A small black she-cat stared down into a pool of water that shone like moon shine, she gasped as her reflection shimmered and instead of her green eyes she stared into the icy blue ones of a dark tabby she-cat with unusually long claws the black she-cat blinked as another cat formed next to the dark tabby his fur shimmering in the water, the toms eyes turned red and a sticky red substance oozed from his claws and dripped from his teeth, the reflection she-cat turned to the tom her tabby pelt turning black as night she leaped at him and tore open his throat. Gasping the black she-cat stumbled away from the pool her paws going weak.
"Sageheart!" A brown tabby tom cried "What's wrong?"
Sageheart turned to the tom her eyes blank "the loyal will turn, his claws twisted and red from the blood of the night will cause the destruction of the clans, only the long claws of the brave warrior can save them now"
"What? Sageheart that doesn't make sense!"
The black she-cat shook her head "What? What's going on Rabbitfoot?"
The brown tabby didn't reply as he tried to make sense of the she-cats prophecy "I think Nightclan is in trouble." He whispered.