A Stream of Hope

Prologue
The moon shone brightly as two cats padded along a small path. One was a white tom, the other a russet-furred she-cat.

"Is this what you are supposed to show me?" the she-cat asked the tom as they came across a clearing. A boulder sat in the middle of the large space, the moon casting an eerie glow on its surface.

"Yes," the white tom answered. "This is what StarClan showed me, Reedfang."

The russet she-cat, known as Reedfang, raised an eyebrow. "Really? They showed you a rock ?"

"It's not just a rock!" the tom snapped. "Here, watch this," he said in a more calmer tone. He padded up to the boulder, then placed a paw on its hard texture.

"Brightwhisker, what in StarClan's name are you doing?" Reedfang asked, her green eyes narrowed.

The white tom ignored her question. After a long moment of keeping it on the surface, he started to move his paw around on the rock in circles.

"You're really starting to freak me out," Reedfang mewed uneasily. "Could you just tell me what you are doing?"

"I told you, just watch," Brightwhisker replied. After another moment of moving his paw around on the boulder, he lowered his paw and stepped away. A split second later, as if by magic, the moon cast a thin stream of light on the object, making it the only thing visible in the clearing.

Reedfang watched in amazement. "How did you do that?! W-What is it doing?"

But Brightwhisker didn't answer, keeping his amber gaze on the moonlit rock. And just as fast as it had appeared, the thin trail of light on the rock disappeared, and the moon once again lit up the whole clearing, as if nothing had happened.

Brightwhisker walked back to Reedfang, while the russet-furred she-cat stared at the rock, gaping. "Now do you understand?" the white tom asked her.

Reedfang shut her mouth. "No, I still don't. That was great and all, and I'm really impressed, but.. What exactly was the point of that?"

Brightwhisker gave a small smile. "It showed me something."

"And that is..?"

"It showed me a prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Reedfang asked, her eyes narrowing. "What kind of prophecy?"

" One cat shall rise above the rest, and save the clan of Thunder from complete destruction and peril."

"And you got that all from seeing moonlight shining upon a boulder?"

"Of course not! A voice whispered it to me."

"Great. You're now hearing voices in your head." Reedfang shook her head, as if she couldn't believe it. Which she couldn't. "Anyway.. We should head back to camp, the clan is probably worried about us." She then started to lead the way back through the trees, while Brightwhisker followed behind her.