Rain was falling on the lake, water rippling. The indigo sky was just beginning to darken. Some ferns moved, and a slender she-cat came in.

"What is it, Bluestar?" mewed the cat, looking up at the sky. Soon a cat appeared through the clouds.

"I came to tell you, that this cat in particular needs your help. I see betrayal and guilt in him." The blue-gray she-cat mewed gently.

"How am I supposed to help a betrayer? Bluestar, are you questioning my loyalty?"

"No, Moonheart. You had served your clan well as a medicine cat and you are loyal. But I want you to help this cat-encourage him. You are not betraying your clan, I promise."

"Bluestar, I'm no traitor!"

"Moonheart, StarClan needs this cat!"

"StarClan?"

"Yes, StarClan."

"…" Moonheart was silent.

"There will be great danger coming, and a cat with white pelt would save all four clans." And the blue-gray formal leader faded away.

Then the clouds formed a shape of a cat. Moonheart was sure she knew this cat, but she couldn't think who it was. Then a thought popped in her head. It was Thornwhisker.