Sunnystar slept, dreaming of a sage leaf, a drop of honey, and a rock. Two cats, one the color of sand and one one the color of mist met at a border. All these images flew through her mind, but one thought was clear. A handsome silver tabby fought foxes for her and died. She felt a connection to this cat, a long lost memory. She whispered his name and shed tears over it. He gazed at her sadly and mewed, "A sage leaf, a drop of honey and rock will come from the sun and the wolf. Sage will wither, a drop of honey die, and a tiger take its last breaths. From their ashes, Mint and Sand will rise and intertwine." Sunnystar howled, "Don't leave me, I need you! Please!" The tabby shook his head and melted into the stars.