This is for a book by Comandercat! You should go check out her Stones series, it's amazing!

    Pinestripe glanced around nervously, walking toward her camp. She had to tell Oakstar about her being in a prophecy with powerful cats. She hated to be the only one without a cool ability. What if he doesn't understand? She thought, quickly pushing the thought away as they got closer and closer to the camp.
"We're here," Pinestripe mewed, looking at the others and making sure they were still there.
"Looks like a wall to me," Cocoapaw chuckles. The other cats laughted, but Pinestripe growled, already annoyed enough by being the "useless prophecy cat."
The brown tabby padded through the tunnel that led down a bit, and then up into the camp. As she entered, Woodspots ran up to her. "Where were you? We were supposed to go hu-" he stopped when he saw the other cats.
"Who's this?" Burntwhisker growled.
"He's my mate," Pinestripe replied, "Neither of you need to worry, we'll be in and out."
"We have important business to attend to," Shrewtail reminded them.
Pinestripe lead then to the leader's den, which was under a hollow log. "Dad, can we speak to you?" She asked, looking through the hollow.
"Come in," Oakstar replied, "And what do you me-" he stopped when the other prophecy cats came in, just like Woodspots had done.
"We're no threat," Ceaderstripe mewed.
"And we have something to tell you," Froststar mewed in a cool tone.
"Well?" The siamese tom mewed, "What is it, Pinestripe?"
Pinestripe breathed in before saying all in one breath, "There's a prophecy about saving OceanClan and we're all in it so we have to go on a long journey to save them and bring them back and we have powers to help us with it."
"OceanClan, huh? Never heard of anyone in OceanClan," Oakstar replied, "But I don't think you can go, sweetheart, it seems too dangerous."
"But d-" Pinestripe was silenced by her father's tail.
"Really?!" Froststar growled, "We need her for the prophecy!"
Cocoapaw started to climb up the wall as he mewed, "Yeah, she's important!"
Heatherfur pulled her child off the wall, setting him back on the ground. "Careful, Cocoapaw, we don't want Oakstar to worry more," She turned to the leader as she added, "But, yes, Pinestripe is needed in the prophecy."
"Yeah!" Shrewtail exclaimed.
Everyone else had agreed, but Hazelstripe seemed more into her own thing. "Oh, uh, yeah, I guess she's important." She had mewed quietly, looking away again.
Oakstar growled, "Shush. I don't care what you StoneClan and FrostClan cats say. My daughter, my Clan, my rules!"
"Dad, I can take care of myself, you know!" Pinestripe growled.
"My daug-" He started, only for his mate, Coldflame, to walk in.
"May I speak?" Coldflame asked, not even looking shocked by the mix of cats in the small (didn't look small from where Pinestripe was, but it was) hollowed log.
"Okay," Oakstar replied.
    "As much as Pinestripe is your daughter, she's also mine. Why can't she go, anyway?" The white and orange she-cat replied, "She's a good warrior, you know, she can do things for herself. If not, she even has nine other lovely cats with her."
    "But what if sh-" Pinestripe silenced him, still curious as to what her mom was going to do about this.
    Coldflame looked at the other prophets, and then Oakstar, "She will be fine. StarClan asked her to do this, and you wouldn't disobey StarClan, would you?"
    "That's a little extreme," Burntwhisker mewed, looking at Coldflame wearily.
    "But true," Ceaderstripe added.
    "Yeah, dad, would you go against the ones who gave you your leadership?" Pinestripe challenged, staring him in his ocean blue eyes.
    "I guess that's true," Oakstar admitted, "But be careful, honey, okay?"
    "Yes, Oakstar," Pinestripe growled, "Now we should go tell FrostClan."
    "Good luck!" Coldflame called as the cats padded out of camp, off to FrostClan."