FirStar blinked, flicking her tail, staring at the starry cat.
"RedScratch? What're you doing here?" She mewed to the cat.
The reddish-brown she-cat stared at FirStar, her amber eyes blankly pricked at FirStar like a badger's claws.
"I have a message for you, FirStar," RedScratch started. "A message from our ancestors."
FirStar's eyes widened. Could StarClan truly think her clan would stay together?
"Your clan, FirStar, it shall be in grave danger soon enough." RedScratch said, continuing to blankly stare down FirStar.
"How can I help save it, RedScratch?" FirStar questioned.
RedScratch opened her mouth, but quickly shut it.
"RedScratch? Are you alright?"
The cat nodded. "A spotted cat, will pay the heavy cost to save the clans. If their sacrifice is not made, the clans shall perish." She mewed.
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The Clan's Omen
FanfictionA prophecy, told many moons before it would even occur has now begun. It said a spotted cat would save the clans, but at a heavy cost.
