"I have a message for you, Duskwillow." Duskwillow turns around and sees a cat similar to his fur colors. The only noticeable difference is the other cat's fur has stars in it.
"Darkmoss, it's nice to see you again." The brothers greet each other happily. Suddenly, the starry cat stops and his eyes get cloudy. "One day, there will be many, prey will go, dogs will come, rivers rise," Darkmoss's voice was getting darker.
Duskwillow blinked his yellow eyes, absorbing this new information. "What do you mean?"
"One of them will look like a dog, one with a strange tail, all with weird accents. Beware these cats, for they bring greater good and greater destruction." Darkmoss began to fade to nothing.
"But I don't understand! Darkmoss!"
"I-I'm Arthur, and I'm not exactly sure how we got here, sir." I slowly sit down. He looks over to a plain black cat, with the yellowest eyes ever.
"Duskwillow?" The cat referred to as Duskwillow nods his head. The leader nods back. "Runningwish, Howlingbranch, and Rosethorn, you three are to watch these cats. Take them into the unused badger hole at the end. Duskwillow and Rockfeather, to my den."
Before I can make sense of what is happening, my group and I are whisked away to a strange smelling hole in the ground.
"Get in. I need two apprentices to gather moss." The white she cat named Rosethorn gathers two smaller cats. She says something and they run off. The hole is considerably roomy and bright.
After about a half hour later, the two cats come back carrying mouthfuls of moss. Runningwish, a skinny tan cat with white paws, pushes it into the hole.
"Make your beds. When you're done, you can come out and eat." He sat down and licked a paw, swiping it over his ear. The other cat, Howlingbranch was just a brown mass, curled up asleep outside the hole.
It took forever to situate the beds, no one wanting to be beside Russia. Canada was forgotten to be included twice. "Hey, we're done!" America calls out loudly.
Rosethorn's white head peaks in." Go eat then."