The glistening reflection of dim moonlight in the Moonpool rippled like a leaf in the wind. By now, many starry spirits surrounded the quiet stretch of water, their echoing murmurs no louder than a calm breeze. Their soft spoken voices seemed to plead with the same feeling; What will become of the one?
Some of the StarClan cats shifted uncomfortably in their spots. Even StarClan didn't know everything.
Suddenly, their shimmering gazes shot towards a faint, gray figure padding toward the pond. Immediately, they knew that it was the very cat that they were awaiting.
Miststar's claws scraped the stones as she made her way towards the pond, her eyes clouded with uncertainty. Why couldn't StarClan tell me what they wanted to in my dreams? She shook her head as she now stood face-to-face with her wise ancestors.
"Miststar," mewed Firestar, his tone with an edge of anxiety. "We need… StarClan needs to tell you something… And as a great leader, you need to be prepared…" His voice trailed off, as if finding the right words to explain to Miststar.
Firestar took a deep breath, and went on. "It's Echoheart's kits," he stated. "And one of them will have the power... To change everything." Firestar's voice trembled as he waited for Miststar's response.
For moments, the ThunderClan leader gave away no evidence of her shock. The moments seemed like hours, until she finally opened her mouth to speak. Miststar sounded – and was – completely unprepared.
"W-what do you mean… By having the power to change everything?" She breathed.
Firestar's hopeful gaze faded. All the hopes of easily explaining this and getting it over with were simply… Gone. "The one will have more power than–" He stopped, knowing that it would make matters worse if he said how powerful the one was.
"You will need to find that out for yourself," he rasped instead. "A prophecy has been foretold… Dawn will save the sky from darkness, and the sky will have more power than the stars."
Firestar looked at his paws, then back at Miststar. His eyes were now shrouded with disbelief – it was as if this were an entirely different cat.
"What do I do, then?" Miststar hissed with frustration.
Firestar blinked, not expecting her to snap. "Trust yourself."
Then he leaned closer, so close his warm breath tickled Miststar's ear.
"And follow what you believe."
Then, Firestar sat back as worried chatter broke out from the StarClan cats behind his starry pelt. It didn't take a single moment of time for Miststar to realize that the StarClan cats were not worried; they were afraid.
An ominous pang of emotion stabbed her, like a thorn stuck in her pads. Miststar gathered her strength and spoke. "Alright."
She didn't dare ask another question. She didn't dare speak another word. Miststar knew that StarClan would only tell her to follow what she believed was right.
The ThunderClan leader squinted as Firestar and the other StarClan cats faded before her eyes. She didn't want to believe what her ancestors had told her.
As she padded back to camp, she felt as weak and exposed as a small kit in the middle of a battle. Nothing will go wrong, she told herself.