1.0 Prologue
Two cats sat by each other, a tom and she-cat. Both were grey with a white underbelly and paws. The she-cat was lean with bright blue eyes and a few scars. The tom was a tabby with bright green eyes, a badly ripped left ear, and strong muscles. They sat, staring at a starry pool surrounded by hills.
"Why didn't you tell them about the prophecy?" The tom asked, turning his head to the she-cat. There was a time when they summoned all the leaders to tell them their true Tribe names.
"Because I don't believe the cats are ready to hear it, Skywatcher," the she-cat said.
"But Starwatcher, they must hear it before its too late," Skywatcher insisted, but it didn't seem Starwatcher was going to budge.
Starwatcher straitened her back, not looking at the pool anymore, only into the distance. "Its not going to be too late, brother. I have a time planned, and that'll be when they all are apprentices to start serving their Tribes."
"Are you waiting for Grey Mist?" The tom questioned leaning forward so his sister would see him in her line of vision.
"Yes," Starwatcher replied. "She will be needed." When she was done speaking, a pale grey she-cat with a white underbelly, paws, and tail tip appeared. She had her head down and her tail dragged on the ground.
"This is a waste of my time..." she grumbled when she was close enough for the other two cats to hear.
"Welcome, Grey Mist," Starwatcher said ignoring the she-cat's words. "We have a prophecy and want you to help with it, after all, you were in a prophecy yourself."
Grey Mist snorted. "You both were also, look how well you turned out. Both mature, smart and strong. I am not needed for this. I am old, I cannot even teach a cat to fight properly." She circled around the pool to stand by Starwatcher. "My prophecy was only told I was going to be a great warrior and help save my Tribe, I succeeded. Your prophecy was about that you two were going to be watchers of the stars, you succeeded."
"It wasn't like that. 'Two cats will sacrifice their lives for their Tribes. They will become Watchers of the Stars and Skies.' We were also just warriors." Starwatcher said.
"And now you and Skywatcher run Star Tribe, and do wonderfully," Grey Mist said with a tad of warmth in her voice.
"But you requested to stay in the state of which you died," Skywatcher pointed out Grey Mist's age. "We will speak the prophecy to you."
"Let me speak the words," Starwatcher stepped forward. "'A cat from each Tribe will be more powerful than their Tribe itself. The Four must be controlled. One will have more power than the rest and will have the ability to take down the other Three.' We will be training the most powerful, you can either join us, or train a different one and have the chance to see it be crushed beneath ours."
"Alright, fine, I will help train yours. But not because I want to, it's because I don't want to see my training go to waste," Grey Mist growled.
"A good choice," Starwatcher said. "Only one isn't an apprentice yet, but he will be soon..."