Prologue
"You've got some nerve, Yellowfang, bringing me here. Out of the Forgotten Isles. Into StarClan."
"If you don't want your Clan to be part of this current prophecy, you can always whisk yourself out of StarClan and go back to your cozy den in the Isles."
The tabby sighed. "Fine. What's this prophecy stuff about now?" he asked.
A new cat padded out of the bushes behind them. "Why should we tell him?" he said. "Breaking Dawn never did me any good anyway."
"Clear Sky," mewed Yellowfang, "DawnClan needs to know. They will fall if this prophecy doesn't get to them."
"But what about the Tribe of- "
"They need to know too," Yellowfang interupted.
"So we will give the Clans and the Tribe this... this prophecy?" asked Breaking Dawn.
"Yes. Yes we will," answered Yellowfang.
"Dawn and dawn will join again. They will find the third, and light the fire for the stars," meowed Clear Sky.
Breaking Dawn snorted. "That's your prophecy?" he scorned. "It doesn't make any sense!"
"Most prophecies don't make sense at first," Yellowfang pointed out dryly. "Back to the point. Will you give this prophecy to DawnClan?"
"…Fine…"
"Then it's settled. We'll tell them," said Yellowfang.
The three cats faded into specks of stars. Then they disappeared altogether, leaving no trace of their future-changing meeting but a sweet scent with a hint of smoke.