4 Moons and 12 sunrises since the Dark Forest Battle
Littlecloud gasped for air, as he finally reached the Moonpool. The old tom found the journey more and more difficult each moon, with his joints getting tired and stiff.
"I really need a new apprentice." he gasped, as he unevenly staggered down to the Moonpool, flopped down ungraciously, and lapped up some of the water, and let sleep claim his mind.
He opened his eyes, to find himself face-to-face with his old apprentice, Flametail. Next to him was the former Shadowclan deputy, Russetfur. The feisty she-cat looked a lot younger than she had been when she had been killed. Her fur was smooth and glossy, with no knots or tangles in it.
"It's so good to see you two." Littlecloud purred, stepping forward and rubbing his face alongside Flametail's cheek, then Russetfur's.
"It's good to see you too, old friend." she mewed, but her face still looked serious. "But you're here about Whitekit, not for a reunion."
"Yes, that's right. His pink eyes, what does that mean?"
The two ginger cats glanced at each other, then Flametail spoke up.
"It is a sign, if the Clans do not get new bloodlines introduced to the clans, more and more deformed kits will be born."
"Like Spiderkit?" Littlecloud asked, his eyes wide.
"Worse than Spiderkit." Russetfur finished, dipping her head.
"We don't want this to happen, but the Clans need to form together and trade bloodlines. Or it will end the Clans."
"A-are Starclan sending the message to all the Clans?" Littlecloud asked uncertainly. Flametail nodded.
"We must, they have to listen to us. Now go back to Shadowclan, back to Blackstar, and tell him the Clans need to work together again."
Without another word, the two ginger cats turned and padded away, leaving Littlecloud alone, until he woke up.
He quickly got himself to his paws, and started his descent from the Moonpool.
"We need to fix the Clans before it's too late!"