The full moon shone brightly upon the night sky. Upon a hill, two cats stood, their gazes drawn to the moon. One was a light grey she-cat with ice-blue eyes and white underside, and her companion was a white she-cat with black ears and unseeing amber eyes. "How have things been in your clan, Dream?" The grey she-cat asked, not removing her gaze from the moon.
"Good. The prey is running well, and there hasn't been any illnesses lately. What about your clan, Moss?"
"Also well." Moss meowed. A shooting star streaked across the sky. As if waiting for a cue, the sky split as lightning flashed across it. Dream and Moss shrunk down, trembling, as the lightning struck a tree and sent it ablaze. The fire put itself out before it could reach any other location. After a few stunned moments of silence, Dream turned to Moss. "D-Did you see what I saw?"
"Six cats, each with a power unlike anything ever seen, destined for greatness." Moss meowed quietly. She stood up quickly. "I have to get back."
Dream nodded, and stood up as well. "Until next time." The two she-cats touched noses and walked away in different directions.