Prolouge
Two she-cats stood over a pool of water, the surface of the pool unmoving, like a mirror reflecting their images. Both did not move, transfixed by the immense power the water seemed to hold.
The smaller of the pair watched it with special interest, her eyes reflecting the anxiety that clouded her mind.
"Well, Burning Embers?"
The elder of the two asked, her icy blue gaze flicking up.
The other did not answer, words catching in her throat. She could not believe her luck. Only the most worthy of cats were given such an honor!
"Moon Stars... I cannot believe..."
Her words were slow, stopped by all the words that flew to her mouth.
"You know what it means, Burning Embers. Do you not?"
The elders voice came in a rusty mew, cracked with age. The cat was older than any, her words ladled with the wisdom of moons and moons of expirience.
"Of course I do. I am not a kit!"
The pitch-black she-cat mewed impatiently, her temper flaring.
"When will they come to me?"
She asked again, her mew reflecting her unmasked anxiety under the impatience.
"Soon, Burning Embers. They will decide when to come for you."