A cool summer breeze flew through the air and ruffled the fur of a grey and white tom cat, he was glaring at a brown tabby tom.

"What do you mean they haven't come yet?" He growled, the brown tom remained calm. "They haven't been brought to the world yet, Cameron. We have to wait. These cats can't arrive on your command you know." He meowed.

"But, the prophecy has been given to our ancestors hundreds of years ago!" Cameron hissed, "We need them as soon as possible Ben!" Ben sighed.

"They're house cats, they don't come easily." He meowed, still calm, "We have to wait, they'll come at their own time. As long as Fang doesn't get to them." He murmured the last sentence to himself. Fang was a myth, many cats believe he's real, others don't. Fang comes to cats in their dreams and he gives them a wicked promise and they have to give him something in return. But every cat who has fallen for his tricks, ended up scarred, possessed, or even dead. Sadly, it was likely for one of them to fall for his lies. The cat who is meant to save them from destruction. . . .