Warrior cats: 𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

On a starless night, Thunderclan's destiny was about to change forever. Thick fog shadowed StarClan's hunting grounds. Firestar narrowed his eyes against the mist, cautiously. Leafpool hurried toward him with a worried expression on her face. "Mist has never been in StarClan's hunting grounds! Something has to be wrong!"
Firestar sighed and flicked his tail. "I know that. But I don't see a problem. It's just fog."
Yellowfang padded out of the bushes and flicked her tail, clearly annoyed. "Do you have bees in your brain? This could only be the beginning of a heavy thunderstorm," rasped Yellowfang. "Mist is never in StarClan."
"Or it could be just mist," Firestar reasoned. Bluestar appeared with an expressionless face.
"Well, what is it?" Yellowfang rasped.
Bluestar sighed and then spoke. "When Firestar was Firepaw back then and I was alive, I got a prophecy. The prophecy said, 'If the fire does not burn with more fire, the fire will die to mist...'