It was midnight on a cold winter evening, where no creature was safe. The claw scratch moon shone high above the seemingly deserted island, until a single brown tabby cat stepped out. His fur was sprinkled with stars, as if the cat was made of frost.
"Hello?" He called cautiously. "Is anyone there?" The starry tom stepped farther into the clearing, stopping at the tree in the middle. Two other cats came out as well, also covered in stars.
"Greetings, I understand that we're here for the same reason, yes Hawkstar?" The new, silver tabby she-cat meowed.
"I believe so Quickstar." Hawkstar replied, sitting. "I hope Finchstar arrives soon, it's too cold to be sitting out here for too long." He added, shivering. Just as he was saying that, a dark figure emerged from the darkness.
"Let's get this over with." He grumbled. Hawkstar narrowed his eyes, once again becoming irritated with the other (former) leader's attitude.
"I understand there has been a birth, to one kit. Am I correct in saying this Reedstar?" Hawkstar meowed. Reedstar nodded in agreement. A loud crack sounded above them, and the dark brown tabby continued hastily.
"This kit is special, and she will save the clans, do you all understand?" He looked to the other three StarClan leaders, and they nodded. "Tell your current clan leaders, and may the rest of StarClan guide your paws." The four leaders dispersed, and another crack echoed through the empty clearing. A mighty branch fell, landing with a thud on the snow. And everything fell silent, in that moment.