Cats swarmed around the sparkling pool of water, exchanging discontent murmurs with one another as a few others sat motionless, staring into the water that showed an aerial view of a lake. One cat murred angrily and turned her face from the water, her flattened face displaying her disgust with no effort to disguise it. A bluish queen looked up from the pool, her eyes narrowing at the grey queen for her distaste, a purr quietly humming through her starry body. A translucent tom flicked his eyes to the blue queen with widened eyes, his thick tail patting on the cloudy ground as he processed what he had just been shown.

A bright black queen joined them, her eyes closed and her ears positioned down to the sides of her face. The blue queen looked away from the grey queen and acknowledged the raven-pelted cat. Her eyes widened considerably and her purr ceased as she focused on her.

"The others are upset, and I don't blame them," the dark queen said, finally. "A future like this can only spell the end. Relying on two to save an entire Clan?"

The blue queen purred, her eyes narrowing again. "Oh, Hollyleaf. Don't tell me that you, of all cats, actually believe that."

"I believe that a pawful of cats can fulfil such a destiny," Hollyleaf huffed with a flick of her tail.

"Exactly," jutted the grey queen, "and these are not cats. Do you really think we can expect them to be any help, Bluestar?"

Bluestar simply looked back down to the pool, the subjects in question rippling into view. "We shall see, won't we, Yellowfang?"