The long fur of a snowy white she-cat bristled as she paced by the edge of a crystal pool. Her honey brown eyes held anger and concern. Near by a light brown tom watched her, his timid complex keeping himd from speeking up. Though his eyes mimicked hers.
"Honeynose? Maybe you should calm down." he spoke at last.
She rounded on him and hissed, "How can I? What he plans is unacceptable! I can't let him go through with it!"
"There's nothing we can do. Just because we are in StarClan doesn't mean we can change what's already coming."
"That's it! Softclaw, we can choose cats to prevent it!" Honeynose chimed.
She dashed off behind a wall of ferns and Softclaw sighed. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into. All he could hope is that these chosen cats could heal the damage already done, and prevent the wounds that are yet to come.