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Whisperingsun sat amongst a green field. "Something is coming..." she murmured, though not to anyone in particular. "I know. I know that its coming....but who do we tell? Finchstar? Dustyfern?" Goldenflake, a young starclan she-cat spoke to Whisperingsun. "Neither" Whisperingsun meowed, "I will tell Wetwood." "Why Wetwood?" Goldenflake asked. "Because she is in the clan of one of the three cats foretold to complete our prophecy" Whisperingsun responded. "Mistkit?" Goldenflake mewed. "Mistkit." Whisperingsun replied. "If you believe you are right, I won't stop you from doing what you deem to be right." Goldenflake meowed, dipping her head to the older StarClan warrior. "That is all I request of you Goldenflake" Whisperingsun meowed to her. Whisperingsun gazed at the forest around her. "There will be three, of moss and of flame, two will have the powers of the stars in their paws" she whispered the prophecy to herself. "Mistkit has more power than she knows....A power that will be a burden for her....But a burden she will live with. She will be the best Medicine Cat MossClan has ever seen" Whisperingsun spoke to Goldenflake again. "I know she will be" Goldenflake nodded. 

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