Prologue

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  A starry pelt brushed against the leaves, and the she-cat with stars in her pelt sat down with her tail curling neatly on her paws. She looked into the Silverpelt expectantly, as if waiting for someone. Suddenly, a muscular grey tom with the same starry pelt  leaped down from the night sky and sat down next to the she-cat.

  The she-cat rolled her eyes and sighed, "You're hopeless, Rockwind. How many times do I need to tell you not to have such a dramatic appearance? For the love of Starclan, you could have just appeared next to me!"

  Rockwind smiled and bumped her. "But that could have harmed the Great Rockwind's honour!" he boasted, puffing out his chest.

  "More like harming your ego," muttered the she-cat. But then she shook her head and said, "Rockwind, we're here to discuss serious matters. I had received a prophecy."

  To her surprise, Rockwind began to recite it, "Beware the lion, for it will be him that put the forest in danger. Seven will rise, and they will bring light and hope into the shadow the lion will cast down onto the clans."

  "How do you know it?" the she-cat said.

  Rockwind bumped her again playfully, "You think you are the only one receiving prophecies, Silverdawn?"

  "Who do you think the prophecy might be about, Rockwind?" Siverdawn gazed into the distance. "Sometimes I really don't like prophecies. Prophecies means danger and loss. Those poor cats involved in a prophecy would usually live a tired life."

  "I think, that it might be about the kits Ripplenose is having, Siverdawn...."

  The she-cat's eyes flooded with concern. "Ripplenose is going to have seven kits?! That's not possible."

  "...and three more kits from one other litter."

  "Perhaps," Silverdawn said, though she was clearly relieved, "or perhaps not. I say we should wait."

  Rockwind looked uncertain for a moment, but said, "Maybe, but we should try our best to guide the living cats from danger." Silverdawn smiled and purred as she rested her head onto Rockwind's shoulder.

  "You're becoming wise, my precious son."

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