Prologue

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A white tom paced across the a slab of stone  impatiently. A black she-cat sat behind him.

"Don't stress yourself, Icestar." She mewed quietly. "Starclan will send them at the right time."

" But it's my first prophecy! I can't let my Clan down!"

"Figuring out the prophecy is my job! You are in charge of taking care of ceremonys and the Clan's wellbeing!" The cat walked up to the cat and steered him into a small cave. The white cat collapsed into the nest of leaves and bracken.

"Poor thing," The black cat murmured. "He hasn't slept for a moon," The cat padded out of the den and yowled.

"There will be no gathering tonight!"

(I'm horrible at prologues)

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