As Seasonkit and Hollykit were chased out of camp, they decided that they would stay here for a little while. They looked around and saw a fox cub. It was sleeping, yet tear marks were visible. It was crying.

"Hey there.. Why are you crying?" Seasonkit asked as she took a step.

"We can't trust this cub, right?"

"Hollykit, it's a cub. What more?"

"Fiine."

Seasonkit trudged toward the cub as it was shaking. It's beady eyes looked at her and she could've sworn it smiled. The cub padded over to her, tilting it's head. It was mute, she thought. She smiled and nuzzled the cub.

The cub snuggled with the two.

The sky flashed with it a mix of orange and fuchsia. The contrasting colors made a pretty view, one that interested the cub in reading the stars.

As the trio slept, the two kits dreamed.

~~~~~

"Hello, kits." A voice said.

"Huh?" Seasonkit looked around as frost spread onto the starry ground. Control it, she thought.

"I am Icywing, known for my wings." The she cat flapped her wings as the two kits gaped their mouths. They had known her n nursery tales.

"That cub," She pointed to the fox. "is a sign, a sign you should work together and never abuse your powers. Prophecies are coming, and there is no time." She said as her eyes twinkled like star sapphires.

She spoke,

"As night will turn and day will go, the blue moon will appear under the night of blood.

A bond as strong as the oldest tree will break.

The light will blind all; letting the darkness out of it's cage.

A cat who brings death to all will meet the death of a loved one.

The weakest is the strongest,

And the innocent is no more."

"This depends on your future. Meet me in Starclan every night."

And so she left.