In a starry forest clearing, five cats were gathered. There was a small ginger tabby with green eyes, a long furred white she with blue eyes, a black she with a temper, a large dark brown mackerel tabby tom, and a pale grey and white tom. The black she stomped her foot.
"It's been too long! If we don't do something, BranchClan will not survive!"
"Calm yourself, Branchstar," a low voice rumbled across the clearing.
"Easy for you to say, Gorsestar, it's not your clan that is on the brink of destruction!" Branchstar growled.
"Branchstar, sit down! If we are going to do something, we must not do it in anger," another voice entered the conversation. This cat was the small ginger tabby with glowing green eyes.
"Aspenstar is correct. Branchstar, we will do something." the large dark brown mackerel tabby tom walked up next to Aspenstar.
"Fine," Branchstar sat down, her tail twitching.
"What should we do?" the long furred white she with blue eyes queried.
"Good question, Mistystar. Branchstar, any ideas?" Cliffstar mewed.
The clearing became silent.
"We should make a prophecy," the pale grey and white tom twitched his tail.
"And send it to who, Gorsestar?" Branchstar asked. "Who should we send to help my clan?"
"One from each remaining clan," Mistystar offered.
"Any specific ages or ranks?" Aspenstar asked
"It depends," Mistystar said.
"Should we send the quickest, the strongest, the bravest?" Cliffstar questioned.
"We should send the most worthy," Gorsestar decided.
"And who would that be?" Branchstar sniffed.
"We should make an elite team than can work together well," Gorsestar sighed. "The younger the better, dark times are coming."
"Are you sure that young hot headed warriors would be the best option?" Branchstar frowned.
"Apprentices." Gorsestar flicked his ear.
"Beg your pardon?" Branchstar raised an eyebrow.
"Apprentices are not as biased about the other clans, and are more compatible," Mistystar butted in.
"They're basically kits! Any old apprentice can not be trusted with this!" Branchstar thundered.
"That is why we would send the worthiest," Gorsestar reasoned.
"We'll also guide them. Any elite cat starts their training at a young age," Mistystar added.
"Ok," Branchstar said, her tail twitching.
"Let's now choose who we will send," Aspenstar concluded.
The cats all peered over the pond in the clearing. It's waters sparkled like diamonds from the starlight. Gorsestar stirred the water with his paw. Branchstar stepped up to the water.
"I must choose a cat from BranchClan to tell them the news," she said.
"Why not just a medicine cat?" Aspenstar asked.
"They have way too much on their minds now to have the energy to solve a prophecy. I will choose an ordinary cat," Branchstar peered over the surface of the water. The faces of the living cats of BranchClan appeared on its surface. By just looking at the apprentices, she already knew which one she was going to send the prophecy too.
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Somewhere out there in the big, wide world, a young tom suddenly jerked awake from his dreamland. He looked around quickly before determining that he was awake, and at home, where he should be. He flinched as a drop of water landed on his nose. The tom looked up through a gap in the bracken roof above. Mousedung, the third leak this moon! Then, losing his train of thought, the tom gazed up at the stars through the gap with his inquisitive gold eyes. Someone is coming to rescue us from this land, he thought. Someone...soon!
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Completing the Starflower
Macera"The winds have blown the fifth petal far, Thus damaging the flower of the star, Four have been chosen to find their fifth, The petal that had become nothing more than a myth, They must hurry because they have little time, Without the fift...
