Silverheart

A pretty light brown tabby she-cat glanced warily around the icy forest. She had her four kits stumbling about behind her. A long-furred white cat stumbled out of the bushes with a long gash running from her shoulder to her ear. The silver mother gasped and rushed to help the cat. The fluffy white clan cat scented of marigold and fresh yarrow. "Go, my clan will help me. But I have a prophecy to give you." The white cat's voice went hollow. "Silver, lion, shade and oak will seal the unbalanced destony of the clans." The cat said those words then slumped on the forest floor.