Three cats stood looking over the forest fire that was razing the gathering island. The she-cat was leaning on the golden tom's shoulders, sobbing. The two toms just glared at the fire. "We tried to warn them." The gray one said. They had seen a careless twoleg sleeping near a small fire. The small fire started to spread and grow larger. They had tried to warn the clans, but the leaders were too ignorant. Feeling desperate, the three cats had left. The fire soon surrounded the lake, trapping the clans inside. "At least we survived," the golden tom said, "Have you received any signs from StarClan Jayfeather?" "StarClan has been silent." Jayfeather said dryly. The golden tom looked at the lake and saw two figure crawling out of the raging fire. He said, "Jayfeather, look!" "They're kits!" the brown she-cat exclaimed. "I'll get them." The golden tom said. He padded down toward the lake and picked up the cats. "They're very young apprentices." He said, "Probably only six moons old." "Are they dead?" the she-cat asked. "No, they're just unconscious." Jayfeather said.
" They're waking up!" Heathertail said excitedly. "Where am I?" the white she-cat squeaked. "Who are you?" the brown tom asked. While Jayfeather explained everything, the golden tom sat by the she-cat staring at the twolegs who were putting out the fire. Finally, the she-cat said, "It's not over. This is not the end." "What do you mean Heathertail?" the golden tom asked, "Five cats aren't enough to rebuild a clan." "Over time we can rebuild the clans. Plus-" Heathertail paused and shifted uncomfortably. "What is it?" the tom asked. Heathertail sighed and said, "I'm expecting kits. Your kits. "I'm expecting your kits, Lionblaze." Lionblaze purred with happiness and the said, "Your right. This isn't the end. It's the beginning.
