
"Larksong lifted her muzzle scenting the air, heairing the tiny paws of a squirrel. She flicked her tail towards the prey. " The elder purred telling the story about the propchey to the young kits in the clan. Larksong's great grand daughter flicked her tail over there heads. "Please continue!" One squeaked, the kit's eyes wide with excitment. "Alright. Know were was I?" She purred asking the young kits. "Larksong getting the squirrel!" They all meowed. "Right...Larksong motined her hunting perty to still and then she stalked forward. She swiftly pounced catching the prey in her jaws. We should head back know it's nearly sunset, Larksong said to the rest of her patrol. Ashfur, Larksong's littermate, lead to group to gather there prey. Leading them back into camp Larksong set her prey down. Sparrowtail ,the Medican Cat, hissed. Sparrowtail had rushed forward and snatched up the squirrel with wide horrified eyes.... " The elder trailed off her eyes distant. "You all know the prophecy that there well be danger in the future know go to your mothers and rest, you all look tired." She purred to the young kits.

The wide eyes of the young kits looked scared with shock. "Well have to leave and find a new home again." Hawkstar hissed angerley at the forest in a distance, "We have moved our camp twice and know we have no forest to live in we well have to find a new home all together." Hawkstar glanced down at his two children. Then at the rest of his clan. "The prophecy fortold that we woould find a new home and we well. But we well find that there well be another clan in this new home, may Star Clan gide us to saftey..." He yowled so that his fearful clan would hear and have hope. His eyes narrowed, he knew of the prophecy just like every one else did. The only diffrence was he knew that one of his grand children was to be one of the 4 from his clan. Hawkstars amber eyes flickered to there medican cat who nodded. They would find a new home, but what was waiting for them there?