A lean, light-gray she-cat stood on the edge of a cliff. She looked up at the starry sky, no sign of hope in her light-green eyes.
A young white tom stood beside her. The unusual scar on his face glimmering in the moonlight.
"Has Starclan given up on us?", she whispered.
The tom shook his head.
"Starclan cannot determine ones destiny, Swirlstar."
"I'm aware of that Wildmask , but not even Brightleaf has had a sign..."
Wildmask swished his tail.
"Swirlstar, you have been a great and courageous leader since Flamestar died. Oceanclan's fate rest in your paws."
Silently, the Oceanclan deputy slipped into the shadows of the reeds.
Swirlstar looked up at Silverpelt. Dear Leafclaw, why did you have to leave at a time like this?
Swirlstar looked back down and whispered her deputy's words.
"Only I can determine Oceanclan's fate..."
