Starclan's p.o.v
Two cats sat side by side in silence, perched on an high outcrop of cliff overlooking Starclan's territory.
"Leafstar." mewed the broad shouldered ginger tom.
"What is it Sharpstar?" asked the she-cat.
"They can't stay here, and you know it." Sharpstar growled. The way he said it, made clear that the cats had discussed this before.
"We survived the rats, they can survive now." Leafstar hissed, dismissive. "Or are you suggesting that they are weaker than we were?"
"I'm saying no such thing! But there comes a time when keeping a territory is not worth the lives that will be lost. Skyclan has only gotten stronger, but it cannot survive this fight."
Leafstar finally bowed her head in acceptance, face set in a frown, before amusement flashed in her eyes "Squirrelstar would love to hear us making decisions for her clan wouldn't she?"
"It's no laughing matter she's got a temper worse than the crankiest elder when it comes to Skyclan." growled Sharpstar amused as well. "But you know she'll accept what we have to say if it's for the good of her clan and it is, even you know it. They're chasing all the prey away as well as killing cats. The clan can't survive. If they stay they will die." His face was sad, but his voice firm.
"Yes you're right." Leafstar sighed, her eyes glazed over for a second. "I'm just sorry to have to leave. Firestar helped us to settle here, it's our home, where we belong."
"We can build a new home somewhere else." Sharpstar mewed softly. "I will go and talk to Squirrelstar."
"Good luck." Leafstar offered.
"I just hope I'm right." whispered Sharpstar too quietly for Leafstar to hear as he walked away.
Leafstar sat alone in a beautiful clearing, the cool breeze ruffling her fur.
"Silver and gold will come side by side to save their clan, but their journey will not end there. they will mend what has been broken, four will become five once more, when blood paints the sky and fire claims the lake." a voice whispered. Leafstar looked around quickly but there wasn't anyone there. The clearing was deserted.
She jumped as a few leaves fell from the trees above, twirling in graceful arcs before landing softly at her feet, then it hit her. The leaves shouldn't be falling. StarClan was a place of eternal green-leaf. That proved, beyond any doubt, Skyclans' time here had indeed come to an end. Even Starclan could no longer survive here.