Three cats gathered around a small pool. A Reddish brown tom stood in front with his back turned away. "Fierceheart, why do you stare at the water as if it were a badger?" he meowed. "Do you not see the blood pulsing from the center as if from a wound, Rainstar?" meowed the brown tom, Fierceheart. Rainstar turned saw the blood. Lapping at his paws. He turned toward the third cat. A she-cat with silver fur. "Moonshine. You have not said a word. Tell me. Do you know what this means?" he meowed. The cat looked up and as she spoke, the wind started to howl. "Storm will come and life will fade. But shall the four become one, peace shall stay."