We Are Number One But Every One Is a Warrior

Prologue
A fluffy, bluish-white she-cat with blue points sat in front of a moonlit pool. Stars shimmered in her fur, as her starry blue eyes fixed on the sparky water. She moved slightly, and her fur ruffled. Her nostrils flared as she took a sniff.

"Moonblossom?"

The blue-pointed she-cat slightly turned her head, not saying a word. She blinked. The cat padded over and their coats brushed.

"What are you looking at?" the second cat asked. Moonblossom blinked, sighing.

"There is a big change coming," she whispered. The other cat's copper eyes widened. Her short creamy-colored fur spiked up. "What change?"

"You'll see," Moonblossom whispered cryptically. She looked up from the pool and gazed at the creamy cat. "Sandrose, there is a prophecy."

"A prophecy?" Sandrose whispered. "Exciting!"

"Maybe," Moonblossom sighed.

"What is the prophecy?" Sandrose asked.

"'There will be a cat, with powers so magical, that she will make the forest number one," Moonblossom said slowly, gazing up at the stars.

"I wonder what that means," Sandrose said.

"We'll see soon enough," Moonblossom sighed. Sandrose nodded.

"Okay. Let me know if you find out more." Sandrose stood up and padded away into the dark. Moonblossom sighed, gazing after the young she-cat. She looked back at the pool. She slowly stretched out a paw and touched the pool. The water stirred and a picture started forming.

Moonblossom started to recognize an image - a small chocolate tabby with white chest, belly and toes, and charming hazel eyes. Her white belly was swollen with kittens. Next to her lay a majestic, long-furred tom with deep, rich red coat and sharp orange eyes. He pressed his cheek against the she-cat's forehead and licked her nose. She let out a purr and pressed against his chest.

Moonblossom sighed and looked away, eyes watering. She had to stop.

But she would look over the kits. Forever.

And she totally wouldn't stalk. At all. Never.