"Excuse me, Willowroot?"
A white, shaggy cat looked up from sorting piles of leaves. "Oh, hello Bluefoot."
A slim, dark blue cat cautiously padded into the room. "We have a new member coming soon, Willowroot. I saw him in the gazeglobe." whispered Bluefoot. "A tiny, brown kit, nursed by Mousepelt. Don't know what Clan yet."
"Great. We need new members. DarkClan is growing stronger by the day – planning an attack as we speak, I imagine." whispered Willowroot. "We need members desperately."
Bluefoot nodded in agreement. "Of course, we're going to need to wait until he's an apprentice."
Willowroot sighed. "Yes. It's just – DarkClan needs to understand. We don't want anything with them. We just want... the star shrine."
Bluefoot comfortingly rested his tail on Willowroot's shoulder. "Don't worry, Willowroot. We'll get it someday – and make everything alright again."