It was a black, moonless night in StarClan territory, and all of the plot-important characters were gathered around a box with a screen at one end and a lever at the other. "We need a plot for the series after Omen of the Stars," announced Bluestar. "And we all know how the Erins make a plot: a mysterious prophecy. And this," Bluestar flicked her tail at the box, "is our Random Prophecy Generator. Spottedleaf, pull on the lever!" The slender tortoiseshell padded up from the crowd and pulled down on the lever. Words appeared on the screen, which started glowing.