"Let all cats gather here over the stars near the Water of the Stars." Bluestar yowled.

Well, that was the old way of calling all of the Starclan cats. But now that they have Razors...

Baby hit me one more t-

Tallstar (disdainfully) picked up his HOT PINK Razor and flipped it open.

Hey, TStr. Sup? W/e. mt mi wtr ov th strs. Iv gt imprtnt prchecy 2 tll evry1. kk g2g txt evry1 els luv u biiii

(Translation: Hey, Tallstar, what's up? What ever. Meet me at Water of the Stars. I've got an Important Prophecy to tell everyone. Okay, I've got to go; I need to text everyone else. Love you. Bye.)

Tallstar (who was this close to converting and moving to the Dark Forest- hey, at least they got red Razors) grimaced. Text messaging. Another evil way to take over the world below him. The former WindClan leader prayed to StarClan (quite forgetting that he was in StarClan, so there was no point in praying anyway) that nothing horribly bad would happen because of the accursed phones.

"I'm glad everyone got my text message." Bluestar meowed when everycat was gathered around the Water of the Stars. There was grumbling coming from the seated toms.

"Bluestar, this is ridiculous." Deadfoot groaned. "PINK Razors? Are you kidding me? I thought that Starclan was for the GOOD cats, yet we get tortured by this?" His speech was met with nodding heads and agreeing mews from the toms.

"What's wrong with pink?" a light creamy colored she-cat asked.

All of the males in the clearing with the Water of the Stars shuddered.

"What's WRONG? With pink?" Runningwind yowled. "It's totally embarrassing! I can bet you a couple mousetails that the cats in the Dark Forest are laughing their muzzles off at our girly pink razors!"

In an evil-looking forest, a dark tabby tom who went by the name of Tigerstar sneezed. And then laughed at Starclan and their girly razors. And then he sneezed again.

"Well, what other color is there?" Bluestar shot back. "Thunderclan has gold, Windclan has silver, Riverclan has blue, Shadowclan has black, and the cats of the Dark Forest have red. Can you think of any other Razor color?"

Everycat thought for a moment.

"White?" a tom said.

"Do they even have white Razors?" Spottedleaf asked.

"Dunno." Yellowfang answered. "Anyway, even if there are white Razors, we don't have nearly enough money to pay for another couple hundred Razors. Seriously, we have every clan cat ever here. Do you know how many of us there are?" All of the she-cats nodded their heads in agreement, while the toms moaned.

"Anyway," Spottedleaf meowed, "We need to come up with a prophecy." Suddenly, everycat in the clearing looked up at the medicine cat, their eyes gleaming. Coming up with prophecies that made no sense until it actually happened was the favorite pastime of Starclan.

"Okay, any ideas?" Bluestar yowled.

Everycat thought for a couple of moments.

"Um, how about, there will be three; kin of your kin; who hold the power of Wi-Fi in their paws." Deadfoot suggested.

Oakheart winced. "No way!"

"Fine. Make your own." Deadfoot growled.

"I think I will." Oakheart said smugly. "Razors alone can, save our clans."

"Sorry, Oakheart, but I think that's the worst prophecy I've ever heard." Tallstar meowed.

"There's always: Four will become two, Lion and Tiger will meet in battle, and Razors will rule the forest." Gorsepaw mewed.

"That's worse than Oakheart's, and that sure is saying something." Lionheart exclaimed.

"Hey!" Gorsepaw and Oakheart crowed at the same time.

"Before there is peace, Razor will fight Razor, and T-Mobile will turn red?"

"Frostfur, seriously, do you honestly think that prophecy will actually make sense?"

"Well, sorry, Runningwind, at least I'm trying!"

"Erm, well, I can't think of any right now!"

And as the squabbling between the StarClan cats went on and on, claws began to be unsheathed and fangs were bared. As the former clan cats started to battle...

"STOP!" Bluestar yowled at the top of her voice. All of the cats stopped growling and turned to look at her. Next to the ex-Thunderclan leader was as small blue-gray kit with green eyes. "Mosskit has a prophecy and it's actually relevant. I think that all of us are going to like it." She gently nudged the small kit. "Go on, say it."

Mosskit captivated everyone with shining emerald eyes.

"Beware eight legs and lucky hawks,

Or else the power of Razors can never be stopped

Only the might of clans combined

Can stop the evil before we die." Mosskit coughed. "The end."

There was silence as the prophecy's words sank in, and slowly, cats started to turn and murmur in low mews. They weren't actually saying anything though. Soft murmurs after the introduction of the prophecy were a big part of the ritual.

Oakheart nodded solemnly. "Bluestar," He meowed, his eyes glinting. "I think we have a prophecy."

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