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The cats looked at the crystal-clear pool of water, eyes wide with awe and fear -- a deadly combination. A tall gray she-cat shook her sleek head, amber eyes dark with angst.
"Our Clans," she began in a long sigh, raising her voice so all of the starry warriors could hear, "are in deep danger." All of the cats in the sky gasped, even though everyone with a level head on a shoulders knew it was going to happen.
"Tell me everything!" demanded a small, short-furred blue-gray she-cat. Her green eyes were large and wild as she shoved her muzzle into the gray cat's face.
The gray cat showed no alarm at the blue-gray she's demands. In fact, she seemed to not be moving at all for a few moments, amber eyes blank and emotionless until, as though someone had knocked her upside the head, she let out a gasp, trembling a bit. "StarClan speaks to me," she rasped.
"What? What do they say?" growled the blue-gray she-cat, tail lashing back and forth. It was clear that she had not learned patience as an apprentice.
"There is a prophecy," the gray cat continued, honey gaze scanning across the StarClan warriors. "A prophecy of four who can save our Clans."
She dipped her head, expression solemn. "StarClan has spoken."
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Prophecy of Four
FanfictionStarClan has spoken of a prophecy, and they speak of four cats -- Featherpelt, Duskwhisper, Barkpaw, and Dewpaw.
