"Featherstream! What are you doing?" a burly tom asked the petite silver she-cat. She looked up from a pool and smiled at the tom. "Why, hello Wildfur, how are you on this fine day?" the pretty silver she-cat meowed.

Wildfur pushed passed her and looked into the pool. "Don't tell me you're going to make another prophecy" he growled. "I'm sure of this one! I know I am!" she protested. She sat down and recited the prophecy she had learned a few days ago. "As white as snow and gray as a cloud. Separated they're strong, but put together they're a burning fire that will bring peace to all clans." Wildfur stood frozen.

The place where they stood reeked of blood. It's a prophecy about BloodClan isn't it?" he asked. Only remembering how the legendary Firestar brought down the leader of BloodClan single-pawed from his kit hood. But that was a long, long time ago. So now his kin was going to try and take the forest again. He growled. "Who is the prophecy going to?" he asked.

Featherstream padded over to the pool and touched the surface making it ripple. "Twolegs?" the golden tom spat the words. "They know about us, and they have nothing else to live for. It's time we acted and put some faith into them, plus they work great together" she meowed. Brushing her fur against her mates. Their only kit was the leader of ThunderClan. "Make the right choice Sunstar" Featherstream whispered quietly sending the pray when he would need it.

She turned away from the pool as an image of Sunstar appeared, she hated being away from him so much, but soon he would have a healthy litter of kits if he and Cherryblossom kept going at the pace they were going right now. She started to head towards the rest of StarClan to tell them her prophecy. The twolegs turning into cats was about to happen, whether StarClan liked it or not.