A fiery red tom padded down the hillside and saw three other cats gathered near the bottom. He scampered down to them. One turned and greeted him. "Firestar. We are glad you have come." She mewed, flicking a silvery tail to beckon him to her. Another, a golden tabby, looked worried. He kept on looking behind him, as if someone were about to jump out at him. The third flicked his tail impatiently. "Stop it Lionblaze. I have something very important to tell you all." He hissed. The other two and the newcomer leant closer, eager to hear. "There is a new prophecy. Long after the dark were beaten... Warriors rise and fall... But six will rise, never to fall... Found deep beneath the earth...these six will all sacrifice, to save all the clans." He mewed. The shecat flicked her ear in confusion. "What does it mean Jayfeather?" She asked. "If I knew I'd be telling you!" He hissed. Firestar thought for a moment. "It means danger, that's for sure." He mewed angrily. Lionblaze was still looking over his shoulder. "We have to go, I can here others coming. We must keep this a secret. They will freak out again." He mewed. The others nodded. Jayfeather rose to his paws. "Firestar, Dovewing, Lionblaze." He nodded to them, then dissapeared. Dovewing shook his head. "I'll never get used to that." She left herself, scampering towards the forest, probably to catch something. Lionblaze turned to leave towards the moor when he felt a tail stop him. He turned around to Firestar. "Can't we do anything?" "It's to risky to warn anyone Firestar." "But what if the clans need our help? What if their in trouble?" He mewed frantically. "We'll keep in touch." With that Lionblaze ran off to the moor. Firestar sighed. A bad time was coming for this clan. A very bad time in deed.