Thunderwave halted suddenly. A cat, as familiar as the sun, had appeared in front of him. But Sunwhisper and Owlfeather continued walking. Could they not see her? Her cream pelt and striking orange eyes were outlined in starlight. “Jewel?” He whispered. “Yes, Thunderwave.” Said his mother. “Do not let your heart be troubled. I’m so proud of you and Sunwhisper. I knew you would grow up to be warriors like your father. “ “Our father?” “Yes.” She whispered. “I never had a chance to tell you, but warrior blood runs in your veins. The Silver Circle, Ruler of Night. Approach it’s might and be given a cure to make all cats pure. Under the cloak of black and white. Find seven others Heron, Morning, Sparrow, Crow, and Cold. Meet at Foutrees tonight at Moon’s Peak. Remember my words, Thunderwave, remember.” Her voice faded into echoe. Sunwhisper came padding swiftly back, a worried expression on her face. “Thunderwave? Are you alright?”
