Poolpaw walked up to her mother. Was she in trouble? What did she do?
"There is a prophecy...  Around sunhigh, the cats will gather around a pool they have never seen before," said Redstar, licking his paw. "It's about you,"
Poolpaw gasped.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
Poolpaw jumped and pelted away to tell her sister. She was excited. A prophecy! About me! She cheered silently, and walked into the apprentices den.
"Hello, Poolpaw!" said a voice. It came from Lakepaw, her sister.
"Lakepaw! There's a prophecy! About me!"
"Really? Tell me about it!" said Snailpaw, his eyes wide in shock.
"Not to you," snapped Lakepaw. "She's MY sister, mouse-brain. You're not even kin,"
Snailpaw hissed, and dug his claws into the soft moss beneath them.
"What a bossy furball! Did your mentor not teach you about respect, or what?" Snailpaw retorted.
"Mouse dung! I'm leaving if I can't get enough rest!" hissed Mudpaw, padding out to greet his mentor.
"Go if you want, none of us need you!" said Lakepaw. "As for you, Snailpaw, I don't need you either!"