Bluestar paced back and forth, muttering to herself. Suddenly the bushes rustled and a large white Tom walked out. "Whitestorm" Bluestar meowed. "Bluestar, what's troubling you?" Whitestorm meowed. "It's the new prophecy, Whitestorm! We have never gave a clan two prophecies at the same time! We already have the prophecy of Firestars kin, and now the prophecy of the cat who will suffer the most and turn out the greatest!" "I know, but there is nothing we can do"
