A flame colored pelted cat was striding over to Jayfeather. He whispered ever so quietly, "The Echo of the Great Battle will linger, but the Breeze of the wind will cover the Fire the Shadow created."
"What does that mean?" Jayfeather asked. And the flame pelted cat padded away.
"Firestar what does that mean? The Echo of the Grea-"
"Jayfeather, watch your cats." Firestar interrupts.
