Countless trees made up the bulk of a beautiful forest, with clumps of bracken, bramble thickets and small bushes covering the lush green grass that spread across the land. Cats sat huddled together under a large oak.

"When shall we announce the prophecy to Honeystar?" A young she-cat with long gray fur asked.

"Now. Ashtail, would you go?" This time a tom with a brown and black pelt spoke.

"I-I suppose," Ashtail stuttered-she hadn't expected that she would be picked to tell of a prophecy.

"Good," another cat mumbled.

Ashtail went straight down to Honeystar's den. She was awake, which probably wasn't the best, considering the fact that she could react with a scream.

"Honeystar-" Ashtail began, only to be cut off.

"A-Ashtail? What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ages."

"I'm here to deliver a prophecy-" She was once again cut off by the excited she-cat.

"Well, what is it?" Honeystar had an excited glint in her eyes.

"'Beware of the cloud of smoke, it carries not only greatness and kindness, but also betrayal.' Honeystar, I believe in you. You can manage to forgive this cat of the prophecy."

"Alright. I'll do this for you. I'll forgive the cat."

"Thank you, my daughter." And with that, she left the den to go back up to StarClan.

"It's no problem mother..." the golden she-cat murmured. "But who could this cat even be?"