Softfeather and Midnightgaze strolled back into camp, Softfeather carrying two mice, Midnightgaze a pigeon. Little did they know, they had set into motion the Prophecy of a Thousand Years. But, not just them...
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"How bad is she, Mouseclaw?" An old, grizzled, mottled red tom croaked.
Another sighed. "Only time will tell, Fangfur. But," he went on, hushed, "when the kit was born, I saw a prophecy."
"Really?"
"When six cats, no different from any other, combine their efforts, they will leave an impression that will last a thousand years."