Prologue
Starclan has been looking down upon the forest cats as one clan for all eternity. Guiding, reassuring, and inspiring their past acquaintances in any time of need. The cats all trusted that Starclan would always be there to help.
Always.
The Great View
Silverstream looked down on Greystripe fondly. Her twinkling eyes now glinted like stars. She heard pawsteps (if you can call the noise of walking through air that).
Feathertail padded carefully through the air towards Silverstream. "I am still getting used to that. I am always afraid I'll fall and...It is just so frightening!"
Silverstream mewed, "You should get used to that soon, now. It would not be good to be here, and yet still be afraid of the way you now are. You cannot walk on ground anymore, you're dead. So now air is your grass and rock and dirt. Laughter and joy is your mice and rabbits and fish.
"And now we are not in Riverclan. We are in Starclan. United with Bluestar, Spottedleaf, and even Tigerstar is what we are now. You and I are loyal to Starclan now. And we always will be."
"Yes, mother." Feathertail meowed, "I think another meeting will be tonight."
"And so we must go. I do hope there is no fighting this time." Silverstream murmured. "We need to stick together at a time like this."
Silverstream and Feathertail made their way to the Great View. Where ever the clans were, the Great View was above it. Today Bluestar was speaking, her now slightly see through blue pelt shining against Silverpelt. Bluestar was up on a higher patch of cloud.
"Cats of Starclan!" Bluestar yowled, "We come together tonight as we have every moon since the beginning of the forest. But tonight, is different.
There no longer is a forest! Our descendents and loved ones have just traveled miles, searching for somewhere free of twolegs and monsters. And we have been following behind.
The clans will be searching for a new spot to be able to speak with us. So, we must all be on our tiptoes, also looking. We should let them know about a new Moonstone."
As Bluestar paused to take a breath, Tigerstar yowled, "You need not tell me what I already know! You may be the one speaking, but Starclan has no true leader.
Shadowclan has no reason to listen to Thunderclan's old leader! I am leaving. Are you coming, Shadowclan?"
Dozens of cats turned their heads towards him, but looked back up at Bluestar.
"If that is what you want then…I won't stop you! All of you are disgraces." Tigerstar erupted, he began padding of into the darkness.
"You got your wish, mother." Feathertail whispered to Silverstream. "No fighting…or at least not with blood and unsheathed claws."
"Not yet."