A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat was standing in a clearing. She looked around her, wondering where she was. Large oak trees loomed around her small body. There were whispers, too low for any cat to hear. Then, a very large white and gray tom cat stepped in the clearing. His black eyes glinted in the moonlight. The she-cat's eyes got wide, and after a moment of silence, she managed to speak these words; "Wolfheart...?", not believing what she was seeing. "Am I in StarClan? Am I dead?" She looked panicked.
Wolfheart grinned. "You're not dead, Sunstrike."
Sunstrike looked relieved, and confused. "Then why am I here?"
Wolfheart's grin disappeared. "I have something to tell you," he said. "Actually, I have to warn you."
"Warn me? Of what?"
"I have a prophecy for you," Wolfheart said. "There were three, but the six will be betrayed by one of their own."
"What does that mean?" Sunstrike asked Wolfheart, but before he could answer her question she began to fade. Moments later she woke up in a small nursery den, six little bundles of fur lying next to her. "The six will be betrayed by one of their own..." she said, repeating the last part of the prophecy Wolfheart had given her. Her face hardened with sadness, and hopelessness. Would her kits share the same fate as Coyoteclaw or Wolfheart?
"Sunstrike...?" a voice said, outside from the den.
"Yes?" Sunstrike called out.
A tall, scrawny, orange tom came in. He had a white stripe down his chest and amber eyes that looked almost black in the dim light of the nursery.
"Foxwhisker!" Sunstrike called to the tom, her gaze softened as she saw her mate. "Come see our kits..."