"Welcome old friend," said a Tom with stars in his pelt, a brown she-cat and a brown tabby Tom padded out of the trees.
"You called us?" Asked the she-cat.
"In deed I have, but I am here to deliver a prophecy," said the Tom.
"And what is that?" Asked the she-cat.
"A kit with a past like no other and a mother of death shall be the saviour of the clan," said the starry Tom.
"What does that mean?" Asked the she-cat.
"A kit will be found not born now go," said the Tom before disappearing.