The moon shown high in the sky reflecting over the pool. Its reflection lite the pool up and stars surrounding it. A gray tom stepped out of the ferns with a tabby following him. They settled on the rocks surrounding the pool were others had as well. A blue-gray she-cat with stunning blue eyes looked around at the cats that surrounded her. A few more cats slipped into the clearing before she rose her tail as a signal to begin.

"Cats of StarClan," she said. "The day has come that many of us have thought would never happen. We shall link our skies with those of SpiritClan."

Gasp of shock rose from many of the cats around her. The gray tom glanced with the tabby beside him. Her eyes were clouded with fear. Yowls of protest rose in the crowd.

"What are you thinking?"

"How can we trust them?"

"They made us be forgotten!"

"You can't be serious!"

The she-cat looked around the group of cats. The fear scent in the clearing was quite strong. She raised her tail for silence so she could continue. The gray tom looked around bewildered. Certainly this couldn't happen? Could it? He looked over towards a flame colored tom who's gaze reflected his same thoughts. They blinked and looked back at the she-cat.

"I can tell many of you are scared," she began. "But we have to do this. For the good of-"

Yowls broke out again interrupting her. The gray tom looked over towards the flame colored tom who was now rising to his paws. The gray tom blinked at him. They had been best friends for many moons and he knew he was about to speak. The ginger tom lifted his head to let his yowl be heard amongst the rest.

"May I speak Bluestar?"

The she-cat looked at him expectanly. "Of course."

The crowd of cats went silent at once. This cat had won his name many times over even after he had joined StarClan.

"Well like Bluestar said," he began. "This is a good thing that is happening. And before you can object Dustpelt-" he turned to a tabby tom who's mouth was open. "I assure you what we are doing is right. Besides wouldn't you like to be remember for many moons to come."

"Yes," Dustpelt replied twitching his tail. "But I rather have been remembered long ago then been forgotten."

Many cats nodded in agreement at his statement. The ginger tom let out a sigh seeing getting through to the wave of cats would be a hard thing.

"However," a brown she-cat said. "How can we be so sure to trust these cats? After all, their not StarClan. Nor do we know them. How can we be so sure that after we join them that StarClan will be no more?"

Bluestar twitched her tail irritably. "We're sharing skies, not Clans."

"Sure, but how do we know they follow the exact warrior code? Bluestar," she turned to face her. "I'm not sure we should be taking this risk. For all we know they could be traitors."

"Well," the ginger tom said speaking out again. "Have you ever looked at a SpiritClan cat face to face and saw the so called 'traitor' in them, Mousefur?"

Mousefur shook her head. "That is not what I meant."

The grey tom looked behind him into the ferns. It was like expecting one of the so called SpiritClan cats suddenly appear before them. He shook his head. He was thinking like a kit. That was not how a warrior acted.

"I can tell many of you fear this plan," the ginger tom said. "I believe many of you fear just one fear in particular, if I am correct. It was that what Dustpelt said, being StarClan no more. Surely you wouldn't think that. We are doing this for a reason. Not just for the good of StarClan, but the good of our decendents as well."

"I agree as well!" the grey tom said jumping to his paws. He had been silent for far too long.

"So do I," a dark ginger she-cat said. She glared at the dark tabby who sat beside her. "Well, don't you furball?"

"Of course," he said getting to his paws. "Firestar is right."

"Yes," a pale ginger she-cat said. Her emerald gaze was glittering in the moon light. "I'm not afraid thats for sure."

Firestar blinked greatfully at her.

"But," Mousefur said. "There's just one thing that bothers me."

Bluestar sighed. "What is it, Mousefur?"

"Can we truly be remembered after joining them?" her eyes were cloudy with fear more than ever.

Bluestar was lost for words. She didn't know how to answer that question. A white tom who had been sitting beside her cleared his throat.

"I think," he rasped. "That only time can answer that."

All cats nodded in agreement.

"I agree with Whitestorm," a tabby with white paws and chest said. Her eyes were shining of unknown knowledge. "That is something that StarClan themselves can't even answer."

"But I believe I can,"

All the cats turned at once at the sound of the voice. Out of the ferns appeared a light brown tom. He wasn't known in these parts of the skies. Many of the cats fur bristled at the sight of this newcomer.

"What are you doing here?" Dustpelt spat. "You're not a part of StarClan, that's for sure."

"Or SpiritClan," the dark tabby hissed. "You don't even have starshine in your fur."

"Are you a medicine cat?" The tabby and white she-cat asked. "When we visit we don't have starshine."

"But its not half moon!" spat a grey she-cat. "Leafpool you know that yourself!"

The tom shook his head as an answer for every question. "I am no medicine cat. I'm a cat unlike any other who can walk the skies just like you and medicine cats."

"But who are you?" the dark-ginger she-cat asked quizzotically.

"I believe Bluestar can answer that."

Every cat turned to Bluestar.

"Its been a while," Bluestar replied. Her eyes were glittering with happiness. "Are you by yourself?"

"No, I brought a visitor." he stepped aside to let a light brown she-cat walk foward. She was a complete rebulica of him.

"It can't be," Bluestar gasped.

"Yes," the she-cat said. "Its me, Bluestar."