A small group of cats pad up a well-worn path, climbing into the edge of the distant mountains. Gravel beneath their paws crunch as they arrive at the smooth, bare, flat rock jutting out from the steep slope.
They look up, blinking at the stars. The half-moon shines brightly down on them as they lay down and fall asleep, moonlight shining on their fur, turning it silver.
Most prophecies will be delivered here.