Five starry cats surrounded a huge pine tree. "We've all seen some of the future of MistClan, haven't we?" A russet tom with white splashes asked. "I believe we all have, Mistwatcher. Two of the three kits will play a huge role in our Clan - good and bad." This time, a white tom with gray ear-tips spoke. "Why are you even here, Fleetfoot? I believe I told you that you're not welcome? You are part of the reason to blame for this downfall." Dancingleaf, a gray-and-white she-cat, hissed to her former mate. "The last thing we need is arguing. Let's just decide on what to do," Briarcloud, a brown she-cat with blue eyes, meowed. 

"How about we send a vision! I know who we can send it to! Beechpaw - he'll hopefully understand eventually!" Leafkit, an energetic dark gray tabby she-kit mewed. Mistwatcher twisted his head, confused. "What good will it do? I'm not sure any real step can be taken to protect the Clan with just a vision. What we need is a prophecy." "But first we need to get a prophecy. None of us have gotten one yet. We only have a vision to send. Let's work with that," Briarcloud mewed. "Exactly! We should send a vision at first, and then if we get a prophecy, we'll send it to Beechpaw. Won't that work?" The russet-furred tom dipped his head in agreement after a few heart-beats of thought. "Then so be it, a vision will be sent. Let's hope that the grief and anger that plagues cats' hearts won't spread; that the young cats who are destined save MistClan will know what they must do. If not, then the everlasting darkness has begun."