Chapter 2
It had been three moons since they came to the mountains. Owl's Feather had died a quarter moon ago. There was slight unrest between the cats. Some wanted to remain where they were. Others wanted to continue on and find new territory, and were not fond of mountain life. Winged Flame was undecided. As she crept along the valley, stalking a rabbit, she was startled when a tabby pelt suddenly appeared before her.
"Boulder Step!" she mewed. "Don't do that. You just scared away my prey, and nearly startled me to death."
"Sorry." he purred.
"You should be."
Boulder Step leaned forward and licked her ear.
"I was wondering if we could hunt together. We haven't in a while." he mewed.
"Sure." she purred. They had been best friends since they were kits.
The two cats began to walk along the valley, looking for prey.
Boulder Step suddenly turned to Winged Flame, an odd look on his face.
"Winged Flame, I have something I need to tell you. You see, I really care about you. Really, really care about you. I was wondering if- if you would be my mate."
Winged Flame stared at him. Did he really just ask me that?
"Well? Will you be my mate?" he asked again.
"I- I need to think about it." she mewed, then raced away.
She smelled a rabbit, and began to stalk it. She saw the shape of a cat padding towards her, and the rabbit noticed it as well. The rabbit shot off, and she tried to catch it, but it was too late. She turned, a growl in throat, thinking it was Boulder Step. But it wasn't.
"Owl's Feather?" she mewed.
Her grandfather nodded.
"Winged Flame, you must listen to me. There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws." Owl's Feather mewed.
Winged Flame tilted her head, confused.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, confused.
"All will be revealed in the future." he mewed.
Winged Flame hesitated for a moment as her grandfather vanished. In his place was a small rock shaped like a pawprint.
"Boulder Step." she whispered. In that moment, she turned and raced off to find Boulder Step.