Micah's Prophecy

She stiffened. Belongs to StarClan? Was she dead? Micah’s breath stirred her ear fur. “One day you will gather the scattered petals of the Blazing Star, but not yet.”

She drew away from him and stared into his green gaze.

“What do you mean?”

He blinked at her. “Just watch,” he whispered. He turned his head toward the Moonstone. Moth Flight followed his gaze. Around the shimmering rock, pelts were appearing, sparkling as though stars were woven into the fur. StarClan had come.
-Chapter 34

One day you will gather the scattered petals of the Blazing Star, but not yet. Micah’s words burned in her mind. She remembered the stories her mother used to tell of the Blazing Star prophecy, which had separated the cats into Clans. You will gather the scattered petals. She was destined to bring the Clans together, one flower made of five petals, just like the Blazing Star flower.
But not yet.
She would bring the petals together, but first, she must scatter them. Her bloodline must flow into each Clan.

She blinked solemnly at her kits. “The leaders of the Clans are coming here tonight.”

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“Don’t be sad.” Honey Pelt pressed his muzzle deeper.

“We’ll be fine.”

As he drew away, Moth Flight felt cold air touch the fur his breath had warmed. She watched numbly as Honey Pelt padded after Skystar.

“Good-bye,” she murmured under her breath.
You’ve done the right thing. Micah’s mew touched her ear fur, as light as the evening breeze.

“Have I?” she whispered.

“You have changed the destiny of the Clans.” Micah’s voice was clear now. She wondered if Skystar and Honey Pelt could hear it as they climbed the slope toward the forest. But neither cat looked back. 
-Chapter 36