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The wind blew the dew-strewn grass. The moon cast barely a shadow, the stars above helping little to light up the eerily dark night. Silhouettes striped the edge of the clearing, fur flying and ruffled, their eyes dark and scared. A single cat stood out, stepping forward. Her white pelt stood out among the night. It was patched with gray. As she turned to gaze at the cats around her, every cat could see the furless side of her face, red, scared and torn, burnt for many moons.
"Long ago, there was a prophecy sent to the forest. Sent to my own Clan. I told of a great leader, but there was more. More that dragged on like a rabbit drags its leg after it has broken it. Long ago, ThunderClan received this prophecy; 'Fire alone can Save our Clan.' However, not even StarClan knew what it could mean. It was only half fulfilled, left to disappear in the minds of those who lived at its time. Now, it has resurfaced, and because of the lack of action, Fire has not saved the Clan, as it was meant to. It not only chased away the twolegs of the lake, but it has destroyed ThunderClan, and in the process, the balance has been destroyed as well. As you know, the Clans are in chaos, and are no longer known as what they were. So many cats are now loners, or rogues, or even kittypets." The she-cat shivered at her won words. "In order to restore balance, the clans must rebuild, and return to the old forest, or it will be more then just the Clans who are destroyed." As she finished, meows and hisses of anger and fear rippled throughout the gathered cats.
"What do you suggest Whitestar? Go down to the fleeing cats and just say they need to go back to the forest? Hardly any will even remember the old forest. I know you don't. You weren't even born yet. How would you know we need to return? We left for a reason." A gray tom growled. Whitestar's fur raised at the comment.
"There is only one thing we can do. If cats are fleeing, then they might not want to come back. We need to send cats. StarClan cats need to return to the living world, and gather those who want the Clans to return. On the journey, they will gather those who want to join." A handsome ginger tom mewed, joining the white she-cat.
"But how many should be sent?" A ginger and white she-cat asked. Half of her face was as torn up as Whitestar's, but it was not covered in burnt skin, it was covered in scratches, as if she had been in a battle she could not win.
"I'd say about three or four per clan." The tom mewed.
"Firestar, Whitestar, do you know what you are doing?" The gray tom had become unlike his normal self. His eyes betrayed fear. "I don't want anything to change. We could be sending more cats into danger. As I said before; we left for a reason. The forest was destroyed. We don't know if it is even there anymore." He meowed. The silver she-cat, who had until then stayed silent, stepped forward a bit.
"Some cats never left the old forest. They travel here from there, and back, as I do with the Tribe. Some never came here with us, but continue to live on both sides of the mountain. Those that died after we left. They would know if the forest still remains, or if it was completely destroyed." She mewed, her soft voice carried in echoes on the breeze.
"Do you know where to find any of these cats, Feathertail?" Firestar asked. Feathertail nodded.
"My mother walks both skies. She visits the Tribe occasionally to see me when I am there. I could ask her." She mewed.
"Please do. We will be waiting." Firestar mewed. Feathertail nodded and bounded away, her silver pelt disappearing as she slipped into the dark bushes.
"Who will we send?" A second, lighter gray tom asked, padding forward to sit near the dark tom. His pale blue eyes displayed something only few could read. Pain and desperate longing.
"You will go, Jayfeather." Firestar mewed.
"Will I get to be a warrior?" He asked, excitement flowing off him in waves.
"Most likely, but it will be up to you to find a medicine cat for the revived ThunderClan." Firestar agreed. Jayfeather's normal scowl turned into a small smile. "All the former leaders should discuss which of their cats to send, and what the new Clan will be called. Keep in mind, the cats returning will forget their past lives. They will not remember this conversation. The only thing we can leave them with is the knowledge of Clans, spoken to them by one of us, who will stay behind to guide them to the forest." He added to the whole group.
"Who will stay?" Jayfeather asked. A black she-cat could barely be seen stepping forward.
"I will stay. Jayfeather, I don't want to leave you. You are my brother, and I know I will miss you. You will always be my brother." She mewed. Jayfeather's eyes clouded more with grief as he touched her nose.
"I wish I would never forget you, Hollyleaf, but you know this is what I want." He meowed. Hollyleaf nodded.
"You always wanted to be a warrior more then anything. Now, you have that chance, and I wouldn't want you to give it up for me or Lionblaze." She mewed.
"It is settled then. Hollyleaf will stay behind to guide those who return, while we all go ahead and meet the new Clans at the Moonpool, if it is still there."
"We already know who to send for WindClan." A tom mewed from somewhere in the crowd. More mews of the same sentence for each Clan rose. Firestar nodded, just as two identical she-cats appeared.
"Silverstream, do you know if the forest is still there?" Whitestar asked. The older cat nodded.
"All but RiverClan territory is smaller, but not completely destroyed. If the territories were expanded, it would be fine." She mewed. The two ThunderClan leaders nodded.
"Then it is final. We will send four of each Clan back to the living, and meet them in the old forest. May all those going be granted a safe trip." Firestar mewed. Yowls of agreement and excitement pulsed, quieting down as cats began to disappear, meowing last greetings to their old friends. Jayfeather was the last to go, touching his siblings' noses gently.
"I will see you again." He vowed, before he too dimmed and faded.