"There is a prophecy. Around sunhigh, the cats will gather around a pool they have never seen before," a she-cat said. A white tom raised his head. "It's about Poolkit. She has powers that nobody ever dreamed of," he looked at a gold tom. "Should we tell Willowwing?"
"Yes."
A huge tom stepped into the clearing. He set himself down next to Smallpelt. The cats looked at him, speechless. Graywing crouched down as he sat beside him, licking his jet black paws.

Poolkit woke up. Today was the day she became an apprentice. She scratched off the remaining pieces of moss that stuck to her fur as she slept and padded out of the den. Her mother caught up to her.
"Poolkit, today is a very important day. You must understand that you are growing up, and your sisters are very proud of you..." Her fur fluffed up.
What was Willowwing trying to tell her?
"Poolkit!" called Redstar, jumping down from the rock that he stood on. "It is time for you to become an apprentice. You are a strong cat, and because of that Fireclaw will mentor you." He raised his head. "I am proud to announce a new apprentice. Her name will now be Poolpaw, and Fireclaw will mentor her,"
A flame-coloured tom padded up to Poolpaw and sat next to her.
"Poolpaw! Poolpaw!"
The cats gathered around Poolpaw, occasionally giving her licks and friendly blinks.
"May Starclan light your path. Meanwhile, I ask for all of the cats to go back to camp. I need to privately address something with Willowwing,"
The clan left and only two cats were left.
"Poolpaw, come here. We need to tell you something,"