Three starry cats gathered around a small pond
"Reedstar, are you sure this is wise, choosing a cat to know the prophesy?" asked a light brown she-cat.
"Webstar, he must know, he's the only hope for the Clans!" Reedstar answered gravely.
"Enough with this, why young Sandpaw, he's but an apprentice?" The dark brown tom stared gently at Reedstar.
"Bushstar, you have too much faith in Treeflower, she'd do anything to avert the prophesy and you know it!" Reedstar hissed softly.
"Alright, Reedstar, I hope Sandpaw is as trustworthy as you believe.
*
Sandpaw stretched, once again, Treeflower, his mentor as medicine cat, had gotten angry because he hadn't come to her soon enough to help with the elders aches. Slipping into dreams, he found himself by a silver pool, Three star-pelted cats stood across from him.
"Sandpaw, there is a new dawn of the Clans coming, Treeflower mustn't know about this, she'd do anything to stop the prophecy from fulfilling itself." the dark brown tom stepped forward as he spoke.
"What Bushstar means is that, there is a new prophesy," the gray tom's eyes went glassy, "From Silver Light and Gray Dark; will come a black flame; that may never leave the clans."
"A prophesy, but, Silvermist is expecting kits, Graycloud's kits..." it all came crashing down on him.
"One of her kits will live forever?"
"Not exactly, heer life will never stop encountering tragedies, she will never be at peace. Thats all I can tell you."
Sandpaw watched as the dream faded and he fell to the blackness of sleep.
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