Berrywing found herself face-to-face with a black she-cat. "Zebrastripe!" Berrywing meowed in pleasure. "Greetings, Berrywing, my daughter." Zebrastripe touched noses with the turquoise she-cat and raised one paw in the air. As the black she-cat touched noses with her daughter, Berrywing felt herself soaring. She flew into the sky with her mother at her side. The stars shimmered beside her. Suddenly, words lit the sky and a loud trumpeting voice whispered in Berrywing's ear: "Tragedy will come, and the mysterious turquoise she-cat will guide her clan in times of need. But when the feather flies and the cats battle, she will choose victory over bloodshed." And so the prophecy was proclaimed.
thanks @superkit for the base.
