A blue cat sat looking down on ThunderClan. "They look so happy…" She murmured, "not for long." A ragged-furred black she-cat came padding up to her, limping slightly. "Bluestar, do not fret, for their time will come to rise to be the strongest clan in the forest, although leaf-bare is near. Weak kits will grow to be strong warrior, and I am positive of that." The black cat meowed reassuringly, touching her tail tip to Bluestar's shoulder. "I can't stop worrying about them though, Yellowfang. I know Bramblestar is strong and loyal, but it's almost leaf-bare. What if they…" Bluestar sighed. "Don't worry, Bluestar, they won't." Yellowfang muttered. "I believe you, Yellowfang, it's just.." She trailed off, ear tips twitching and tail flicking. "They'll be fine." Mewed Yellowfang, and, with that, they walked off in their opposite directions to look upon the clans.