It was late leaf-fall on the misty moor, and a lone figure emerged from the mist, looking down at the gorge from the skyrock.
"Skyclan faces a great danger," says the cat, who is now revealed to be a grey tom with white spots.
"Nothing lasts forever, and this clan will face much more in future," He says. And at those words a second cat emerges from the mist, this one a she-cat, dappled as if she were lying under a tree in greenleaf.
"My time here is done," she says,"The next great leader comes in three days, she is of the few descendants of you, Cloudstar"
"indeed," says Cloudstar "She is destined to fail many times, but one day save the clan that will crumble under her paws. Leafstar, my time is over as well. Guide her pawsteps, and help her to be strong."
At this, Leafstar nods.
"fair journeys, Cloudstar. Starclan will miss you."
"Farewell, Leafstar"
Cloudstar fades away, Leaving Leafstar staring at the spot he last stood. she then looks torward the forest across the moor, where three mewling kits have just been born.
"Good luck, young kit, and may you find strength to protect my clan."