The leaves rustled as a white she-cat made her way through the bracken. She stopped, sitting down in front of a brown tom.

"Hello, Snowwhisker," the cat meowed.

"Greetings, Molefur."

Snowwhisker wrapped her tail around her paws, looking into Molefur's eyes. "You know why I'm here."

"Yes, to talk about Brightwing."

"And her kits," she reminded him. "There's one, who will make a decision that will change a cat's life forever."

Molefur nodded, thinking deeply. "So… a prophecy?"

"Yes. The decision is tied to one of Riverpelt's kits who needs to be feared."

Snowwhisker suddenly stood, her eyes dark. "A simple choice can bring evil out of any cat, be fearful of your closest friends."

"Who shall it be delivered to?"

"Brightwingㅡbut don't identify yourself. For reasons."

Molefur stood and nodded. "Will do."

Brightwing took a heaving breath as she lowered herself into her nest. She was very close to kitting and much less mobile. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep to the movement of the kits in her belly. She found herself in a grassy clearing with nothing but wind. A mouse raced past her, and she began to wonder. Is this StarClan?

"Why, yes, it is."

Brightwing whipped around, startled by the voice. She was surprised to see a brown cat with stars around his paws. "Who are you? Why am I here?"

"I have come to deliver a prophecy."

"Prophecy? What… for what?"

The tom padded closer, enough for Brightwing to feel his breath on her whiskers.

"A simple choice can bring evil out of any cat. Be fearful of your closest friends."

Brightwing looked shocked; she'd never received a prophecy before, and she wasn't a medicine cat. "Wait, what does that mean?"

"I'm sorry, that's all I can tell you."

"But, can't you explain it more? Who are you?"

The tom had vanished by the time Brightwing had uttered the last word. She jolted awake, the first light of dawn seeping in through the nursery. Looking around, she could see Riverpelt curled up in a ball, and the soft snoring of the kits pressed against her was strong enough to lull Brightwing back to sleep, hoping not to wake up in StarClan again.