Sorry about the weird bolding, it just came up like that

Prologue

A jet black cat sat on the lone gray rock, gazing out at the gleaming stars above. "Hawktalon," said the voice of a small and lithe cat with a gleaming red pelt that shone under the moon. The silent tom glanced over her shoulder to meet the green eyes of Foxpool. "What do you want?" the cat snapped, amber eyes blazing with a dark fire.
"They have been chosen," said Foxpool in an icy tone. "StarClan has finally cast their prophecy."
Hawktalon's ears twitched slightly. "What did they say?"
"So many questions," muttered Foxpool under her breath. Then, in a louder tone, she said, "There are two kits that will supposedly end this entire thing." Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she let out a scoff. "As if that would ever happen."
Hawktalon allowed himself a strained smile. "Of course," he said quietly. He turned back to face the stars, swishing his tail to curl around his paws.
Foxpool sniffed. "That's it. I'll be going now," she said, turning her back to Hawktalon.
"As you wish," he replied coolly.
The red she-cat's fur bristled slightly as she harrumphed and stalked off, leaving the black cat alone with only the crescent moon as company.