Halostar looked around her camp. All was quiet. The silver and black she-cat smiled as she settled down on top of her den. Down below, her deputy, and mate, Rootfur was playing with two kits, Applekit and Buzzardkit. The Russian blue tom was getting better after the encounter with that horrifying dog. The brute had shredded his ear, and completely torn off his tail till it was gone for good. There was barely a stub left. Buzzardkit squealed as his sister jumped on him, yowling. "Get outta here, Shadeclan! " Applekit squeaked, the ginger she-cat battering her brother with sheathed paws. Across the clearing, Moonwilow and Angelcry were sharing a blackbird. In the medicine cat den, Splashmoon was showing her apprentice, Songpaw, about which herbs were fatal, and which weren't. The ginger and white apprentice was nodding, her small size always worrying Halostar. Something could happen to her….if we were attacked, she would be an easy target….Halostar shook away the doubt. Her warriors would protect her.
The young leader stood up and stretched, jumping off the sun-warmed rock and padding up to Rootfur. Her mate smiled at Halostar as she sat down beside him. She rested her head on his shoulder as they watched their niece and nephew playing. As she sat, though, she saw something in the evening sky. A grey tom, a ginger tom, and a golden she-cat stood in the sky, and behind them rose a tortoiseshell, a tabby, and a brown and white tom. The first cats were swallowed by flames, and soon the tabby was taken over by flames. Her fur rose as the first cats broke from the flames, along with the tabby, all four specked with stars. Halostar yowled as she leaped to her paws. "Halostar! " Rootfur yowled in panic. She was screeching as the flames filled the sky, swallowing up the signs of all four clans. She was panting, her eyes wild as she whimpered. "Three will become two….and a flame will threaten the clans entire existence. "