Many figures gathered around an eerily glowing hollow, the light reflected onto their colourless fur, turning it a bluish white colour. Each took slow stumbling steps into the hollow and as each disappeared power flooded into the witnesses…. Four beings watched this happening, a rustic orange tom with white paws spoke first,

'What are they? I know not of beings such as these. They do not belong amongst the ranks of us.'

The slender black she-cat beside him did not lift her gaze from them as she gave her smooth reply.

'Thunderstar look around you, we are not in Starclan any more. We are on the border, and these beings are cats. Cats that have not yet died.'

The third spectator added to the discussion,

'Not yet died? But there are so many.'

The she-cat turned her green gaze onto the long-furred silver tom,

'Indeed Riverstar. For a prophecy has been twisted in the wrong direction, many will die because of this.'

The final witness remained silent for a couple of seconds, washing her brown fur and listening to the others discussion before speaking.

'How do you know so much, Shadowstar?' The she-cat inquired,

'I have seen them before now, one being turned and stared at me, later I discovered a new arrival to Starclan, Snaketail. The old Shadowclan deputy, from the time of Skyclan, he fixed me with the same stare and I knew… Why does it matter to you anyway, Windstar?'

The question was not answered, instead silence followed. You could almost see the cogs working furiously in all of the cats' brains to try and understand what even they could not understand. Finally Riverstar spoke, but his words were not of wisdom or of happiness.

'So many proud mentors to lose their apprentices…'

'So many mothers to lose their beloved kits…' added Shadowstar solemnly,

'Clans to lose their courageous warriors…' Thunderstar offered,

'So many stories of great battles and friendships to be blown from our memory forever with the death of our respected elders…' Windstar finished.

The sight of the four leaders standing their with their heads hung and tails dragging in the dust was not an inspiring one. Their eyes closed, and for once there was a deep feeling of peace between them. The rustic tom lifted his head, a furious determination burning in his eyes. Now he was not upset, he was furious.

'Which cat was delivered the prophecy!' He demanded. The others looked up, they too were filled to the brim with rage just as Thunderstar was.

'Goosefeather,' Shadowstar snarled through clenched teeth,

'Then why are we here? This is not our problem!' RIverstar snapped,

'We have no reason to be here.' agreed Windstar.

'This involves all clans! Look at how many cats might die! They are not just from Thunderclan! Take a good long look.' Thunderstar screeched.

'For once the Thunderclan cat is right, many cats from all clans will die because of this prophecy.' Shadowstar meowed solemnly.

Windstar nodded slowly and Riverstar dipped his head and spoke calmly, 'Thunderstar you must discuss this with Goosefeather. No signs or dreams, you must talk to him in cat.'

Thunderstar nodded briefly, 'One thing is for certain. Many will perish because of this prophecy. Perhaps I am too late…'

And with that the four leaders faded back into Starclan territory.