The stars twinkled in the midnight sky. The branches of four huge oaks rustled as a light breeze swept through the clearing. At one end of the clearing, a great rock stood several fox-lengths high. A snowy white cat padded into the clearing; the moonlight shimmered across her fur, turning it silver.

"You have come."

The cat jumped in surprise. She looked around, scanning the area to see who might have spoken. Finding nothing on the ground around her, she she-cat's gaze drifted upwards to the sky. With a startled mew, she realized that the stars were moving, swirling into a stream of light that flowed down to the ground in front of her. The stars gleamed and began to form into shapes. Within a few heartbeats, they had formed into three cats.

The first cat was a blue-gray she-cat, her blue eyes gleaming with power. Behind her were a beautiful tortoiseshell and a gray cat with a ragged pelt.

"W-who are you?" the she-cat gasped.

The starry blue-gray cat stepped forward. "Do not be frightened, Frost. You are dreaming."

The young cat, Frost, frowned. "How do you know my name?"

"Never mind that." Snapped the gray cat. "We're here to tell you something important."

"Hush, Yellowfang." The tortoiseshell spoke up. She turned to Frost. "We come from StarClan, I am Spottedleaf, and this is Bluestar and Yellowfang." She gestured to the blue-gray cat and the gray cat with her tail.

The blue-gray cat, Bluestar, sighed and continued. "Anyways, we have come with an important message. Listen carefully; it concerns your safety, as well as the safety of the rest of the cats who live here."

Frost, recovering from her shock, wrapped her tail around her paws. "I'm listening Bluestar."

"Good." Bluestar meowed. "There is a great danger coming to this Twolegplace."

"Twolegs? Like those creatures that don't have fur?"

Bluestar nodded solemnly. "It is your job to warn other cats of this!"

"On my own?" Frost gasped. "I can't warn everyone!"

"Peace, dear one." Spottedleaf mewed gently. "You will not be alone. There are three other cats who will receive the message."

"How will I know who they are?"

"You will find them." Bluestar meowed. "Do not worry."

"But what is the danger? What will happen to all of the cats?"

"Do not fear, young one." Bluestar laid her starry tail on Frost's shoulder. "We will help you get these cats to safety and help form you into a Clan."

"A Clan?" Frost cocked her head.

"That will have to wait for another day" Yellowfang cut in. "Morning approaches."

Frost blinked. Sunlight filtered through the branches at the entrance of her den, mottling her snowy fur. She licked her paw and drew it over her ears, pondering last night's dream. I've got to find these cats!

She slipped out of her den; shaking droplets of water off of the leaves and making the branches rattle slightly. Frost tasted the air, scenting for any prey.

A little ways in front of her, the undergrowth rustled. "Who's there?" Frost meowed guardedly.

"Frost?" a golden head peeked out from behind a fern, "That's you, right?"

Frost nodded. "Is that you, Goldie?"

A rather plump golden tabby she-cat stepped out from where she was hiding. "Yes, it's me."

"What are you doing so far from your Twolegs?" Frost meowed. Seeing the sorrowful look in Goldie's eyes, she dashed up to the golden tabby. "Did something happen?"

Goldie nodded. "Yes, they moved away." She said sorrowfully. "Wait a moment, how do you know what Twolegs are?"

Frost gaped at her. "Me? How do you know what it means?"

"You wouldn't believe this, but I had a dream last night. There were three cats that came to me, and they had stars in their fur! They told me that there was a danger coming and that I had to warn all of the cats who lived here. When I asked them how I would do it, they told me that there were three other cats who had received the message and I needed to find them."

Frost nodded slowly. "I had the same dream last night."

Goldie jumped. "You did? That's… Wow! I'm glad to know that I have a friend who knows about this."

"Me too," Frost meowed. "But I wonder who the other cats might be?" Then she remembered why the she-cat had come in the first place. "You say you're Twolegs moved away, then?"

"They did, and now I don't know what to do!" Goldie's meow became frantic. "I don't know how to hunt, so I can't catch anything to eat, and if I can't do that, I'll starve!"

"Goldie, calm down." Frost put her tail on her friend's shoulder. "You can stay with me; I'll teach you how to hunt."

The golden tabby stopped and looked at Frost. "Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm positive." The white she-cat meowed.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Goldie covered her friend's face with licks. "And while we're staying together, we can find out more about this 'danger.'"

Frost nodded, waving her tail. "You bet."

At the edge of the woods at Twolegplace, a stormy gray tom poked his nose into a trash can. A challenging yowl sounded from above him and the next thing he knew, another cat had leaped onto his back.

"This is mine!" the newcomer hissed. He raked his claws down the gray cat's back.

Thinking fast, the gray tom rolled onto his back, bringing the other cat down with him. "I just want to see what's in it!"

"A likely story!" his attacker hissed, releasing the tom and standing in front of him, fur bristling.

"It's true!" the gray cat insisted. "There's supposed to be some kind of danger coming from Twolegplace, and I'm trying to find out what it is!"

The attacker, a dark brown tabby, looked startled. "You've been warned of a danger?"

The gray tom, caught off guard by his opponent's sudden change of attitude, meowed. "Yes, a danger that will come right here, to this Twolegplace!"

"A danger…" murmured the tabby. "I was warned of a danger. You... Are you one of the cats I'm supposed to look for? There are supposed to be four cats."

"I am, I had a dream last night; three starry cats came to me and told me about this danger. They told me that three other cats would be given this message."

"That sounds right."The dark tabby mused. "I'm one of those cats. My name is Eagle, by the way; what's yours?"

"Rain." Said the gray tom. "Have you found any of the other cats?" He asked hopefully.

Eagle shook his head regretfully. "No, but now that I know that this dream actually means something, I'll keep my eyes open."

Rain dipped his head. "I will too." He waved his tail thoughtfully for a moment, and then spoke again. "I think that we should meet again soon, so that we can see if we've found out anything in our searches. I'm worried that the danger will come, and we won't be ready."

"I agree." Eagle nodded. "How about in this same place, two days from now?"

"Sounds good." Rain dipped his head once more to his newfound friend. "I shall see you then." With that, he padded into the trees.
Eagle watched him as his pelt blended into the undergrowth, and was gone. Where will I look? What if I can't find Rain again? Or worse, what if we find the other cats too late? He shook his head to try to rid himself of the thought.

His belly growled, bringing him back to his senses. I'll be able to think better when I'm full. Eagle peered into the trashcan that Rain had been looking. He heard something scuffling around in the Twoleg trash; a rat.

Scenting the air, he pinpointed the rat's location. Eagle struck at it with unsheathed claws. The prey tried to run outside, but he was ready; Eagle pounced, his paws landing squarely on the rat's neck. With a snap, the prey was dead.

Eagle scooped up the rat by the skin on its neck and carried it outside to eat. He crouched in front of his meal and devoured it in several famished gulps.

Satisfied, he rose to his paws and looked around. How do I start?

"Ok Goldie, I think you're ready to try catching some prey." Frost meowed.

Goldie's bright green eyes widened. "Do you really think so?"

Frost nodded. "I do; your crouch is coming along really well and so is your stalking. Besides, if you practice with real prey, you'll get even better. Besides, I think it's about time we had something to eat."

The golden tabby nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "Let's do it!" Goldie scented the air, trying to detect any prey. "I found one!" She whispered happily. She began padding towards the nearby scent of mouse, making sure that she set each paw very lightly on the ground as she approached her prey.

Spotting the mouse nibbling a nut in front of a bush, Goldie stopped and crouched, readying herself for the leap. Taking a deep breath, she pounced. The she-cat landed just shy of her prey. Thinking quickly, Goldie flashed out a paw, scooping the mouse closer to her. Before it could get away, she lunged and snapped its neck. "I did it!"

"Well done!" Frost purred, padding up beside her friend. "You were great!"

"Thank you!" Goldie meowed. She pawed gently at the mouse, rolling it over. "So, do we eat it now?"

Frost let out a mrrow of amusement. "Of course!"

The two she-cats settled down in front of the mouse. "Have you ever tasted mouse before?" Frost asked. Goldie shook her head. "You have the first bite then." Frost pushed the mouse closer to her friend. "Just be sure to leave some for me!"

Goldie neatly tore into the mouse's belly with her claws, just the way she had seen other cats do, and took a bite. "Wow! That's really good!" She pushed the meal over to Frost. "Here you go; I don't want to take too much."

Frost meowed a thank you and took a bite. "Mmm, I'll never get tired of that taste." She mewed blissfully.

The continued to share the mouse until there was nothing but skin and bone. Frost stood up and stretched, arching her back and flexing her claws.

Goldie glanced around the clearing. It had gotten dark while they were eating. "It is dangerous at night?" she mewed nervously.

"Somewhat," Frost replied. "But we'll be safe in my den." She motioned for Goldie to follow her with her tail. Her friend stood and began to follow her friend through the trees, glancing behind them every now and then to make sure they weren't going to be attacked.

Frost stopped at a small clearing; off to one side was a tree with a very thick trunk. In front of it was a leafy bush that shielded the trunk. "Here we are." She slipped inside the bush with Goldie right behind her.

The golden tabby gasped when she saw her friend's shelter. They had slipped into a cat sized hole in the trunk that had been cleverly covered by the bush. Inside, the trunk was hollow. There was enough room for at least four cats to sleep comfortably. "How did you find this place?"

"It took me awhile." Frost meowed, she clawed apart her mossy nest and offered half of it to Goldie.

"Are you sure?" Goldie gasped. "Your nest won't be as comfortable now."

Frost shrugged. "That's alright; we can get enough moss to make our nests as big as we want to in the morning."

"That sounds like a good plan to me." Goldie purred. The two she-cats settled into their nests. Goldie yawned. "Hunting takes a lot of work! I'm very tired."

Frost chuckled. "I know how you feel." She curled up into a fluffy white ball, tucking her tail over her nose to keep it warm. "Good night Goldie."

"Good night Frost, thank you for everything."

Within a few minutes, the two cats had slipped into a deep sleep. Outside, the stars twinkled. As the two friends slept, three stars gleamed, brighter than all of the others. Then, as quickly as it had come, the light vanished, and the three stars faded until they were like all of the others, millions of tiny pinpricks of light against the deep blue sky.