Two cats stood standing on a hill. A tortoiseshell she-cat and an orange tom. "Firestar please let me go to the twolegs and collect more warriors! The clans struggle to survive after the war and the spread of greencough." The tortoiseshell mewed.

The orange tom, Firestar, looked into the she-cat's green eyes. "Are you sure we can make warriors out of them? And what about the clans?" the tom mewed.

"I will personally train them, and as for the clans, I will need Starclan's help too make them understand." The she-cat answered. "Okay Spottedfrost. I trust you. But there are some things even Starclan cannot do." The tom mewed. He touched noses with the she-cat then disappeared.