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Prologue The long golden grass bent beneath the cats feet as she swiftly padded across the moor. The warm breeze ruffled her pale grey coat that shone. The sunlight made her blue eyes twinkle. The she-cat purred in satisfaction when she reached a small pool. It was almost a perfect blue, a clear unmoving surface. Thick gorse bushes formed a barrier around it. The she-cat glanced at the pool, then turned her head towards what apperedd to be a tangle of debris. Instead, it was an old cat with ragged fur. The cat stirred its head and let out a rasping cough. It struggled to its feet, wheezing. " I see you have returned, seeker," the cat meowed with a snarl embedded in its voice. The meow trembled, weak with age, yet the she-cat could tell he had once been a proud cat. His frame was wide, although there was no muscle and his fur hung limply. His brown coat may have been handsome, but now it was thin and exposed bits of skin underneath. The she-cat dipped her head.

" Yes, I have." She stirred the pool surface absently with a paw. " And I think you know why." The old cat let out a disgusted wheeze and turned away from her.

" You still want that prophecy? That cursed prophecy?" he spat, fur bristling. The she-cat remained calm.

" Why yes, yes I do," the she-cat said simply. " More than anything in the world." A new fire blazed in her eyes.

" What do you have to offer?" The tom hissed. The she-cat tipped her head to one side.

" I have prey, shelter and territory. I can give you-"

" That's not what I want!" The tom broke her off and began pacing, tail lashing the earth.

" What do you want?" The silver she-cat growled back.

" I want youth. I want to be young again," he hissed, a faraway look in his eyes. " Does you Clan have kits?"

" Yes," the she-cat thought of a white cat with her only kit back at camp. " I will give you her."

" You promise? Promise upon this pool that I guard?" The tom said earnestly. What a fool. That pond had no power. Casually, the she-cat shrugged. " I know everything about you, WindClan leader. I know when you were born, on the darkest night of the moon. I know that all your siblings died of greencough. There is so much I know about you," the tom continued. " But none of it says you are honest. Will you keep this one promise?" He leaned in closer, the foul smell of his breath threatening to make her faint. " Will you keep it, Lilystar of WindClan?" Lilystar backed away. Don't be silly. He'll give you the prophecy of your life, then break the promise. Nothing will happen. Lilystar nodded.

" I will," she vowed. The old cat guided her paw to the pool and placed it on the surface of the water. He placed his own on top of hers and muttered words that made no sense to Lilystar. Finally, he removed his and glanced at her out of intense green eyes,

" Then here is your prophecy," he took a deep breath. " Although now you may be the most beautiful, another will come. She will destory you, and you will leave the Clans forever. You will-"

"Nonsense!" Lilystar howled in rage. No way! I am the most beautiful, and I will always be. No one will ever rise against me. No one! She crouched down, vision turning red. The old cat snapped his head around, furious.

" You call the words of the stars 'nonsense'? How dare you!" He shrieked. Storm clouds began to roll ahead, buy Lilystar ignored them. She turned around, fast as lightning and swiped at the toms muzzle. It struck and he reeled back, almost falling into his precious pool. The tom regained himself and snarled at her, exposed his look and crooked yellow teeth.

" I will never give you the kit! You, a mere rogue, dared foretell my doom! Get out! Now!" she howled in rgae. The old tom showed her his teeth once more, then slowly walked to the exit of gorse bushes. He paused, looking back once to gaze into her eyes; his own were full of disgust.

" Oh, I will leave alright. But you cannot escape the prophecy. In fact, she is in your home right now. Goodbye, seeker," the old tom suddenly faded, melting into the grass. Lilystar stared in astonishment, then whipped around to return home. ''I don't believe in any of this superstitious stuff. None of it will ever come true. ''