Hawkheart of Breezeclan padded up a hill at paused at the top, running air over his scent glands. Smelling fire, he ran down the hill to see a Starclan she-cat in front of a burning bush, a shower of dust, a hurricane of water, and a breeze ruffling her fur. "There will be four, one from each clan, who will have the power of the elements." She said, fading away as the hurricane splashed back into the stream, the bush stopped burning, the breeze died down, and and the dust settled.
"But what does it mean? asked Featherstar of Mistclan, looking around at the other leaders on the Sky Bush. Swiftstar of Breezeclan glanced at him. "I honestly have no idea." she said, turning her gaze to Cloudstar of Treeclan. He shrugged, looking at Spottedstar of Lightningclan. She shook her head. "I don't know, but we must be ready for what might happen." She said, leaping off the Sky Bush and gathering her patrol around her before leaving the clearing.
No roleplay is quite the same, no matter how many times we use the same plot. Each one presents a new challenge, a new adventure.