How this magical transformation had occurred, Mal'akh had no idea, and he didn't care. The glowing text was clearly pointing to a specific location in D.C., exactly as prophesied. Franklin Square.
She turned through the arch at the end, dashed past the dining hall and down the passage to the Great Hall, finding the place brightly lighted, all the wall suspensors glowing at maximum.
But Fireheart held the black-and-white leader's gaze and meowed firmly, " However, I must put the needs of my Clan first." Tallstar's eyes glittered back at him; then he gave a tiny nod.