"Firestar," the ginger tom woke with a start near a sparkling pool of water. "Have…Have I…Have I lost my ninth life?" He mewed worriedly. The blue-furred she-cat nodded her head sadly. Looking into the pool, he saw a sandy she-cat yowling sadly over his body. His heart wrenched with grief. "Sandstorm," he breathed. "I'm so sorry." The ginger tom turned on the she-cat. "Why did you do this Bluestar?" He growled at the she-cat. Bluestar flinched away for a heartbeat. She gave him a slight grin. "Doesn't matter, it's in the past!" (.) Firestar glared at her for a minute then grinned a little. "Please tell me what Starclan wanted me for." Bluestar's eyes darkened. "A prophecy came to us that must be fulfilled.
After the four fall
The darkness will rise
And the fate will fall into Stream's paws
But if Dusk falls all will be lost"
Firestar shivered at this response. "Who is this four you're speaking of?" He asked. Bluestar beckoned him to look at the pool. Firestar braced himself to see his mate broken hearted over his mangled body but instead a picture of a black she-cat with one white paw, a brown tom, a tortoiseshell she-cat, and a black she-cat stared at him. "This cat…" He mewed while pointing at the first she-cat, "was there when I died." Bluestar nodded. "Light has already been set on her path, but if it is to succeed, we need this cat to be ready." The blue-furred she-cat touched her tail to the pool. Firestar watched as the picture shivered. The pool started to bubble, then settled to reveal a grey tabby she-cat with brilliant green eyes and a pink collar. "A kittypet?"