"Hawkwing! Cloudmist! Blossomheart!"
Echosong narrowed her eyes. The coal-black kit wasn't jumping and chanting with her brothers, just sitting silent, eyes contracting.
Echosong had seen many times when the she-kit's brothers were fighting. She'd be sitting to the side, and, at an opportune moment, she would jump in and deliver a lethal blow.
She barely ever talked, for she said she only talked when there was something worthwhile to say. Her brothers, now, would chatter their heads right off.
And whenever the kit looked at you, it felt like she was seeing past your pelt, and into your soul.
They said she had been born with her eyes open.
There was something special about this one, she knew. The she-kit turned her head and her gaze met Echosong's.
Suddenly, her world disappeared, replaced by an empty gorge, and five black cats.
The black cats with eyes of flame walked toward her, then stopped.
Then, they started speaking. Instead of five, thousands of voices echoed around the gorge.
Remember the fourth, so close to the end
She is the savior all of the Clans
