"Is she the one?" Mistflake whirled on her companion."The light?"
The other cat, a brown tom with gray ears looked uncomfortable. "I guess." he meowed.
"There's no guessing in StarClan, Hollowsky!" snapped Mistflake, her downy white pelt pricking in annoyance.
"Blackshade has proved her loyalty to her Clan many times over…" she hesitated. "But the time has come."
"The time when it happens?" asked Hollowsky.
Mistflake dipped her head. "Yes." She turned to face her friend. "If she survives these- these incidents, she will take on the burden of the prophecy."
Hollowsky nodded thoughtfully. "Let's consult with Dewflame." he meowed after a moment.
"Dewflame!" called Mistflake. A blue-gray she-cat padded into the starlit hollow, her pelt glittering with moonshine. The orange patches on it turned gray.
"What do you need?" she snapped crossly. Hollowsky approached her cautiously.
"Blackshade. We must tell you what's happening." Dewflame whirled around, brief panic sparking in her gaze. When she came to face Hollowsky and Mistflake, the anger was unmistakeable, making Hollowsky's pelt feel hot under its glow.
"Blackshade?" she croaked. "What have you done?" she faced Mistflake. "You haven't chosen her for the prophecy?" she meowed urgently.
"Why wouldn't we? She's a loyal, good cat." Hollowsky responded, sounding slightly guilty. He hadn't meant to anger Dewflame.
"Didn't you look at all into her future? Just for reassurance?" Dewflame groaned.
"N-no." Mistflake answered. "I didn't see the point."
"Don't you know what's going to happen to her?" Dewflame reeled.
"Well, there's going to be some bad things, but nothing is going to happen to Blackshade, surely?" Hollowsky stammered.
"You fools!" Dewflame yowled. "You fluff-brained, mouse-hearted…" she stormed out of the clearing until her insults had faded away.
"Weasel-leap!" Hollowsky called for reassurance. Mistflake glanced at him before calling her parents.
"Cloudstream! Haymist!" In a heartbeat, a wiry ginger tom had entered the clearing, closely followed by a silver and white she-cat and a dusty-yellow tom.
"What is it?" meowed Weasel-leap crankily.
"Dewflame says something is going to happen to Blackshade." Mistflake admitted.
Fear flashed in the gazes of all three cats. "You picked Blackshade?" Cloudstream said gently, but with an edge to her tone.
"Y-yes." Hollowsky ducked his head in embarrassment. All these cats seemed to think it was wrong!
"What have you done?" screeched Haymist. "What have you done?"