Rain poured up above the trees as a bracken colored tom and a dappled she-cat, starlight sparkling at their paws like ice, ran to a shaded hollow. As they arrived, a silver she-cat and a muscular brown tabby greeted them.
"Greetings, Thornstar, Dapplestream." The silver she-cat said.
"Well, it's hard getting through a storm like this!" Dapplestream mewed quietly.
Thornstar silenced her with a look from his forest green eyes.
"Why did you call us here Silverfur?" Thornstar asked her.
Then the brown tabby spoke up. "It's about your son, Dragonstar." He replied.
Thornstars' eyes flashed at the mention of his son.
"What about my son, Eaglefeather?" Thornstar snarled. "If you think he's not loyal, you can deal with me."
Silverfur sighed and stood between the two bristling toms.
"This has nothing to do with disloyalty. In fact, it has to do with one of his daughters." Silverfur replied cooly.
"It's a omen, isn't it Silverfur?" Dapplestream spoke up.
"Yes. One of Dragonstar's daughters will save DragonClan."
"If she's capable, Silverfur." Eaglefeather mewed. "She's barely a kit! How can we put such a strong destiny on such a young cat?"
Silverfur looked at Eaglefeather with love and sorrow in her eyes. "We have done it before, and we can do it again."
The cats murmured their agreement, and all together, they ran together, back up to the stars.