The sky was gray in on an early Newleaf dawn. The sun wouldn't rise over the tall plateau for a while. Atop the plateau was a large stone, heat rising off of it. Two cats sat near it. One was a pretty, dapple-gray she-cat, blue eyes focused on the stone. The other was a lanky tortoiseshell tom, staring up at the lightening sky.
"Have you decided, Rainstar?" the tom asked, looking towards the she-cat. She blinked, breaking off her trance and looked up at him.
"Yes, I believe I have, Tawnyhawk," she replied, looking back to the stone. The image of a cat appeared there, showing only for a brief second before disappearing.
"Are you sure?" Tawnyhawk asked, looking confused. "She does not seem to have much faith in us... What if she doesn't listen when the time comes?"
"She will. I have seen what is to come. A great cat will be joining us soon, and an innocent cat shall be condemned. She will unravel this puzzle, renewing all faith in us and herself."
Tawnyhawk stared at her for a moment. "But will she be strong enough to succeed when the time comes? Surely she won't just turn away?" He sighed. "Will she be strong enough to save even us?"
Rainstar gave him a straight look. "Perhaps you are the one who is losing faith, Tawnyhawk. Do not forget, when the time comes, she will not be alone."
The two cats fell silent, watching the sun rise over the Clans.