Summary- (there wasn't enough room in the description box for all of it.)
The rogue kits Sun and Moon have joined WindClan now that their mother was killed by the sickness. But many cats are suspicious of the newcomers, and when things start to go wrong the kits are blamed along with the other loner, Sky. Then signs of Rainpaw, the outcast apprentice, are appearing, but this time in ShadowClan. Now Moon and her brother must find a way to fit into WindClan, prove themselves, and help bring peace before war fully starts between all the Clans… (set four moons after Skye, Rayne and Stars)
"You can take care of them… after all, Stone is your brother."
A tortoiseshell she-cat was staring down at her. "I can't!"
But darkness had already flooded her vision.
The she-cat opened her eyes with a start, a vision of the kits huddled around the tortoiseshell still burning in her mind. She sat up quickly and stared around. She was in the middle of a forest with a cool breeze and a sweet smell, and she relaxed unintentionally.
A cat-scent made her jump up. A young brown queen was padding out of the trees towards her. She sniffed, but the queen did not smell like any cat she had ever known. Her scent was of… the stars…
A mocking growl flitted in her head.
A large tom, snarling. "If StarClan accepts such rogues."
She flinched, then snapped her head up as the she-cat stopped. "Who are you?"
The queen cocked her head to one side calmly. "My name is Woodfrond."
"Who am I?" the she-cat asked.
"Think; you will remember."
She thought, furrowing her brow. Her tail lashed the air in frustration.
Woodfrond beckoned to her. "Come. Follow me." She stood up and walked away into the trees. The pale she-cat trailed her wordlessly. The starry cat's path was long and winding, but at last they came to a pool. "Look in."
The she-cat stepped up and stared into the pool. At first it was filled with stars, but then they swirled around and disappeared into the blackness of the sky. She kept on gazing deeper into it, and she felt as though she was falling into a dark void.
Then, as though mist was moving away, a kit's shape appeared, hazy at first, then clearer. She was curled up tightly near a golden-brown tom. The she-cat gasped. "The kits, the kits!" Memories were swamping her. She stepped back and the image was replaced with stars once more. The pool filled with light again.
Woodfrond watched her calmly, her gaze almost questioning. The pale she-cat turned to the starry queen and whispered.
"As a star fades, the wind and sky will nurture and heal.
The sun will blaze, and the moon will glow even brighter than fire.
A storm of rain will break again, and flood the hills and forest,
Until the night's soul brings peace once more..."
