A gray cat with amber eye sits in a basket in a starry looking house. "Quince?" The she-cat turns and notices a flame-colored tom with forest green eyes. Next to him is a pure white she-cat with icy blue eyes and a brown tom with amber eyes. "Greetings, Jake." she purred. "And Snowy and Tree." she dipped her head to the couple. "What do you want, Quince?" the she-cat meowed. "Our kits are in grave danger." Quince meowed. "What do you mean?!" Tree hissed. Quince sighed, "Tiny is now Scourge, Ruby is dead, and Socks won't even come to the Stars when he dies!" Quince meowed, "Daisy left you, so did Floss, Clover is just gone, and Autumn's future is unknown." Snowy and Tree shared shocked glances. "What are we going to do?!" Snowy wailed. "I have an idea," a reddish-brown tom meowed, walking up. "In Starclan, a cat's ancestors can visit them and give them a prophecy." the tom continued. Snowy and Quince shared a nervous look while Jake smiled proudly and Tree looked at the cat curiously. "And who are you?" Tree snapped, The cat looked at the tom, amused. "My name is Pine." He smoothly meowed.