"The three will finally rise to their destiny. The clans will not fail."
A blue furred she-cat with a glossy, starry sheen to her pelt sat among many others. Despite her reassuring words, an air of foreboding and anxiety filled the star-lit clearing. They sat in silence and fear for what felt like moons, until one cat finally pushed through the crowd to speak.
"But what will be the cost?" The she-cat glared at the newcomer with disdain, but he continued. "This will not be a seamless victory, Bluestar. Many will suffer. Kits, elders and all cats alike. Your words of hope reach deaf ears tonight."
"Flametail. I expected you to be more reasonable than this." A short, white cat with black flecks and brilliant blue eyes had joined the others. Flametail sniffed, and turned into the crowd, his reddish tail fluffed up in frustration. The black and white she-cat turned to the gathering. "Bluestar speaks hopefully not to fool you, but because she knows this is not the end. We have faced much mor