The gray tom slip quietly through the forest. Night time had settled and he had left his mate alone. The visiting cat had been here almost everyday and he wasn't sure how much longer she would be. His fur bristled as he thought of the cats of SpiritClan that would soon be joining them. Then he relaxed himself. Once again he was thinking like a kit, there was no point of that. He perked his ears at the sound of mews and hid himself behind a tree.

"Can you believe that Bluestar actually wants to meet with SpiritClan?"

The gray tom twitched his whiskers. The mew had belonged to Dustpelt. The other scent around him told him that it was two warriors weren't always seen with each other, but it was possible they would be.

"Firestar wants to them," Brackenfur. "All the leaders do really."

Dustpelt snorted. "I don't see why we should be linked with them. They made us be forgotten, what good will they do?"

Brackenfur twitched his ears. "It all lies in our paws I guess," he sighed.

"You're sounding like Firestar," he growled.

"Sorry, but it does make sense. I mean, Bluestar as meeting the visitor tonight. This means the skies might link earlier than we expected."

"Well this isn't great. Just what we need, more cats." The mews began to come fainter as the two padded further away.

The gray tom dashed quickly as he possibly could. He heard Bluestar was meeting with their visitor from SpiritClan. It seemed too early for the skies to link already. He stopped abruptly as he heard voices coming from ahead. He then hid himself inside a holly bush.

"Its good to have a visitor again," Bluestar said walking with a light brown she-cat.

"Yes," the she-cat meowed. "I really thought this day would never come."

"Same here. StarClan has been forgotten for many many moons."

The light brown she-cat stopped, her emerald gaze shining. "And our Clans became descendants of yours. How they did forget you is what I wonder."

"We can't change the past,"

"But we can change the future."

Bluestar smiled. "You remind me so much of Oakheart."

The light brown she-cat let out a purr. "I am descendant of you."

That can't be! The gray tom thought to himself. If she's a descendant of Bluestar, does that mean other cats are descendants of Firestar or even me..

He couldn't dare listen to anymore. He gathered himself to his paws and backed away from the holly bush. He thought was out of the clear where he came nose to nose to his friend, Firestar.

"What are you doing?" Firestar meowed.

"H'sh," the gray tom meowed. "I was just listening in to Bluestar and our visitor."

"She is a strange cat....."

"Not only that," the gray cat continued. "She's a descendant of Oakheart himself. That must mean she's also a descendant of Bluestar."

"But that's impossible," Firestar hesitated. "Is it?"

"I'm not sure. How could any of those cats be descendants of us?"

Firestar blinked. His tail was beginning to twitch nervously. The gray tom noticed it.

"Your hiding something," the gray tom meowed.

"N-no I'm not!" Firestar hissed. "There's nothing I'm hiding."

"Firestar," the gray tom spat. "Tell me what it is, now."

"I see we have stalkers,"

The two toms turned around in shock seeing the she-cats staring back at them. Bluestar's blue gaze burned into their fur making the gray tom back away.

"Firestar, I'm disappointed in you," she hissed.

"I'm sorry," Firestar meowed dipping his head. He flicked his tail towards his best friend. "I just found him here that's all."

Bluestar moved her gaze at his companion. "And you think you can get away with this too?"

The gray tom flatten his ears. "No Bluestar."

The light brown she-cat rested her tail on her shoulder. "Rest assure Bluestar," she mewed. "I think I have a great job for cats who want to know so much."

Bluestar looked at the she-cat for a few moments. "Very well," she meowed at last. "You shall stay with her. Come, Firestar. The other leaders are meeting."

Firestar nodded and followed Bluestar away from the two cats. Firestar looked over his shoulder a few moments, before continuing. The gray tom backed away a few paces, his claws unsheathed. He lashed his tail to and fro.

"Take it easy," the she-cat meowed calmly. "Its not like I'm going to hurt you."

The gray tomcat flatten his ears. "Why should i trust you?" he spat.

The she-cat flinched as if she had been hurt. "Do you really think I would hurt a cat that my Clan descended from?" she hissed in retort. Her emerald eyes blazed in fury. "I surely say not! To think Bluestar says you are the perfect cat..." she looked away, her eyes troubled, murmuring to herself.

The gray cat perked his ears. I'm the perfect cat? For what? Surely Firestar or Bramblestar would have been better than I am. "What did Bluestar say about me?" he tempted to gain the cat's trust.

"Only that you'd be able to help this cat. She's a descendant of you, actually."

"Really?" he purred, his tail curling up. "What is she like?"

The she-cat chuckled. "I thought you'd be interested. You'll learn about her soon enough." She began padding away.

"Wait!" he pleaded. "Can't I have a hint?"

"She was once a kittypet." she mumbled. "Our ancestors see something that is heading her way, but we believe only you can help her through this."

"Only I?" he echoed. This didn't seem right to him at all. Firestar use to be a kittypet too. He was the one that showed the Clans that kittypets could be warriors too. He, however, was born a warrior, but had been captured and turned into a kittypet. Warrior blood was within him. But, if the she-cat was a descendant of him.... "How exactly can I help her?"

"I'll let you meet her soon," the she-cat promised. "I just have to meet with her once more."

"So she's a medicine cat?"

"No. An apprentice, warrior in training."

"But how can-"

"Didn't Firestar receive dreams?"

"Well yes," the gray tom sighed. He narrowed his eyes, wondering how could she possibly know about his best friend. "But this has nothing to do with him."

"Well his descendant is there too. I'm sure she'll tell you all about him. Him and other descendants of other cats you know."

This sounded very interesting. The gray tom would get to do what other cats couldn't. "So what am I like to her, a mentor?"

"I guess you could say that," the she-cat mewed thoughtfully. "I private mentor, yes."

"And her name?"

"Her name is Shimmerpaw."

Shimmerpaw...hmm. The gray tom lashed his tail with pleasure. "Well I accept this idea then."

The she-cat nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow night," she replied and trotted away.

The gray cat sat for a moment, left in a daze. Now he was to be a private mentor to a cat he didn't know. And the weird part was, he was dead! He wasn't even a medicine cat. His paws tingled with excitement. He could only guess how medicine cats felt when they told prophecy to other cats.

"Dustpelt will be so jealous," he chuckled. He turned his head looking at the moon. "So Shimmerpaw, you're a descendant of me, huh?" His whiskers quivered with excitement. "Well, I can't wait to meet you." His amber eyes glowed with much interest in the moonlight. He finally raced back to find his mate and tell her the news.