The three starclan cats hunched over the puddle in frustration, gazes clouded. The large pelted, fluffy one's tail bushes up with anger as he stared at the puddle with almost a glare.
"It can't be. A great creature shall spill blood till new blood makes peace? Whatever does it mean?"
"If we don't know, you won't either." The slender, tall starclan she cat said, her starry brown pelt shimmering.
"Otter star.. I am a leader. I am worried for my clan! After all, this is a prophecy about my clan. Snowclan can't take much more at the moment. How can blood lead to kits?"
"If new blood means kittens," The small black starclan Tom cat mumbled, his tail trembling.
"How can you be so clueless? You're starclan!" The fluffy one hissed, his eyes an icy flame.
"We don't know everything, Eaglestar. But we do know this prophecy involves your kin. We don't know how, but I suppose..." the black Tom was muttering.
"Shut your prey grabbing jaws!" Eaglestar yowled, "you may be a starclan cat, crowhop, but it's in your name! You're worth as little as crow food!"
"We let you see this prophecy! We let you visit starclan! We let you be a leader!" Crowhop growled, "imagine how mist would feel, knowing she is baring the kits of a fox-hearted fool!"
"What did you call me, mouse tall?" Eaglestar grumbled, stretching to his full height.
"You best head back." Otterstar grunted, and Eaglestar felt a hole forming beneath him.
"I will make this prophecy true then! I'll make sure blood is spilt!" Eagle star's voice called before a scream was heard and silence met the clearing.
