Pat pat pat. The soft paw steps of a sleek gold and brown she-cat, taped across the peet of the forest. She carried two small mice in her muzzle. The damp smell of fresh rain seeped into her nose, she quickened her pase. Twilight creept in, making her fur rise. When a big light flashed as soon as she walked into the cave, a faint cat loke figure was floating of the grownd, levitating. The She-cat spoke in a thousand voices, " 3 kits, one killer, one badger. YOU. Blondestar. Are to mentor 2 of these kits, one by another. If you do not. The prophecy will fail. Dont let ot happen. Now HURRY BACK TO CAMP BEFOR ITS TO LATE "