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Prologue: The wind whistled around the oak trees, making their leaves shimmer like fish scales in the moonlight. In the middle of the clearing stood a large, flat, stone, with an elegant white she-cat covered in stars with long legs and icy-blue eyes. Gathered around her were three other starry cats, a plump ginger tom, a tall gray tom with leafy green eyes, and a young back she-cat with spiky fur, like the leaves on a holly bush. “I assume we all know why we are here tonight, correct?” The white she-cat’s loud meow echoed across the clearing. “Of course, Swanstar.” Meowed the plump tom confidently, while the tall gray tom nodded his head. “Duh.” Mewed the young she-cat, rolling her eyes, she was clearly annoyed. “Good, good.” Meowed Swanstar. “Now, I have thought long and hard, and I have decided who shall deliver the prophecy.” Around her, the three cats shuffled nervously, wanting to know who would have the honor to deliver the prophecy. “Duskpaw, please step forward.” Duskpaw’s piercing green eyes widened in surprise. “M-me? Really? Um, okay sure.” She mewed. “Duskpaw?! But she’s so young! Don’t you think she could just, like, forget the prophecy!? She’s just an irresponsible apprentice!” Yowled the gray tom angrily. Then, Duskpaw’s black fur bushed up while she hissed angrily. “How could you Grayfern! I am responsible!” Quickly, before any cats could show teeth or claws, Swanstar leaped gracefully and stepped in between the two arguing cats. “Both of you, quit it! I chose Duskpaw for a reason, but before I could explain, you two started practically clawing each other's pelts off! Show some maturity, would you?” The black she-cat growled angrily. “Sorry.” Grumbled Grayfern, not wanting to disrespect Swanstar, but still unhappy about her choice. Duskpaw rolled her eyes angrily, but was smart enough to keep her mouth shut, while Swanstar climbed back up to the top of the rock. “I really wished this wouldn’t come to an argument.” Sighed the white she-cat, staring off into the distance. “Alright.” Her eyes snapped back into focus, looking at the star-pelted cats. “I chose Duskpaw, because if any of you have been paying attention, we are delivering the prophecy to Daisypaw.” “So? Why does that matter?” Asked the plump tom. “These days, most young cats will only listen to other young cats, not old ones like us.” Mewed Swanstar, flicking her tail. “Also, Duskpaw is always going to be irresponsible if she doesn’t learn how to deliver a prophecy now.” “I see. Very well.” Grayfern said respectfully while dipping his head. “Now that I am done explaining, I can tell you all the prophecy that Daisypaw will receive.” She straightened up, sitting in a confident position, while Duskpaw percked her ears excitedly. “From the dens of stone and danger, eight will walk the path that no others can to save the Clans.” The tall she-cat yowled, her voice echoing in the clearing. “I can do this.” Mumbled Duskpaw under her breath. “You all are dismissed.” Swanstar said with a flick of her tail. One by one, the cats dipped their heads respectfully, and leaped into the leafy bushes at the edges of the clearing, leaving starry pawprints on the leaf-littered ground. “I hope the plan goes well.” Mewed Swanstar under her breath, watching the stars from the paw prints slowly fade away. The graceful she-cat then leaped down, and then followed after the others, leaving the clearing empty and quiet, bathed in moonlight.
