As the full moon cast an eerie glow over the forest, Alderheart couldn’t keep his obsessive gaze off of you.

It was the night of a Gathering and unfortunately for you you were one of the chosen to attend.

. . . and for whatever reason a few nights ago StarClan chose to send you (and only you) a prophecy (“In the shadows, a heart’s twisted yearning stirs. Beware the one who seeks, but never errs.”)