Cats were gathered around a glowing pool, waiting, watching. "It's a prophesy," Gasped one. The cats stared at the pool, listening to the whispers. They looked at one another, shocked.

"Strikestar." Said a gray she-cat "What do you think it means..?" "I do not know" said a ginger tom. "Sparkkit." Said a black she-cat. "She is one one to fulfill the prophesy" "you can't be so sure Duskstar!" Exclaimed the she-cat. "Its only a guess, Creekstar." The she-cat nodded. They watched the pool. Listening to it over and over again. "This can not be unnoticed," said a white tom, joining in. "Agreed, Breezestar. When the time is right." Strikestar agreed.

Sparks will strike. Protecting the ones it loves most. Burning who dares to challenge it. When it ends, peace will come at last.