An elderly cat sat at in a cave, looking at the small pool of water next to him with doubtingly, as if the ground had just evaporated under his paws. His fur was fluffed up, making him look much bigger and even a bit younger than he actually was, and his neck fur had risen. He sighed and forced himself to calm down. But it didn't work.

He padded out of the cave, noting with satisfaction that everything seemed quiet.

He turned his head upwards, towards the sky and mewed anxiously: "Tribe of Endless Hunting, you have guided me many times before. I need it more than ever, now."

He blinked, but nothing happened. His warrior ancestors remained still, not giving him any of the answers he needed.

"Has the Tribe spoken to you, Stoneteller?"

Stoneteller purred. "You are young but wise," he replied, rasping his tongue over the ear of the

the tom in a quite rare sign of affection.

The moment vanished and the healer turned serious. "You have a prophecy to fill, a journey to travel."

He flicked with his tail and the tom followed him, questioningly.

He led him to the pool and the old cat could not help but quiver. Surely a cat so young-

He shook his head, to clear it. It was not up to him to question his warrior ancestors.

The tom shivered. He had never been in the cave of pointed stones and he felt his paws prickle with unease and the wind seemed to be teasing him. What am I doing here? he thought I'm not a medicine cat!

Stoneteller had stopped beside the pool. "Here, young one. Close your eyes and the Tribe of Endless Hunting will speak to you."

The tom's eyes were wide and his belly seemed to be doing somersaults, but he did as he was told.

Almost immediately, he felt as if someone had taken his paws from him, he was falling, into a deep black hole, he tried to yowl, but nothing would come out. Panic overcame him.

And almost as suddenly as it started, it ended. He felt himself land, on soft grass, and a scent overwhelmed him, yes, one that he had known since kit-hood.

"Feathertail!" the tom was overwhelmed, breathing in her sweet scent, purring loudly.

The she-cat looked equally taken, looking longingly at her brother, but remained seated. She motioned him to come closer with a flick of her tail.

"Stormfur," she meowed, "listen to me. Your journey is not yet over. With four cats you must unite, and as one you must travel to find what is still missing."

She touched noses with her brother and to his bewilderment, she started to fade again, turning into soft, gray mist and then disappearing completely.

"Feathertail! Come back!" the tom meowed, but knew it was useless. When he popped his eyes back open he was in the cave again, with Stoneteller.

The older cat looked at his prey-hunter curiously. "Was the Tribe right? They told me someone had to speak to you."