Snowflame's Prophecy

A cat stood on a tall hill. Her silky, silver fur ruffled in the cold.

A yellow tom dotted with brown strode towards her.

“Are you looking for Snowflame, Bluewhisper?” The speckled yellow tom asked. The old elder had peacefully passed away in her sleep a moon ago. She wasn’t just any elder; she was Bluewhisper and the tom’s grandmother.

“As a medicine cat, Haywhisker, you should know better than any cat that she is trying to tell us something,” Bluewhisper meowed, her blue eyes showing tints of sadness.

A third cat strode up the hill.

Her amber fur glowed in the moonlight, and her green eyes flashed, reflecting the starlight. She was Bluewhisper and Haywhisker’s sister.

“Are you looking for prophecies?” asked the cat.

Haywhisker’s amber eyes gleamed. “Bluewhisper is convinced that Snowflame will send one. Do you think that, Shockpelt?”

The amber cat flinched, and then mewled a retort. “Yes.”

“Do you think that one is Snowflame?” asked Shockpelt. Bluewhisper and Haywhisker nodded. The star was bright and sparkling, just like Snowflame’s fur.

The star disappeared and the three cats’ hearts sank. Was Snowflame abandoning them?

The three cats’ hearts lifted when a familiar scent drifted over them.

When the stars align the darkness will rise, Snowflame meowed. Three must join to battle the cats that live forever in our memories.