Destruction. Desolation. Gone. Clan life is nearly wiped out when a meteor strikes the lake. Camps are destroyed, most cats are killed, and there is nobody left to lead the survivors. On top of that, StarClan has seemingly forsaken them. But is this really the end of the clans, or is it a new beginning?

Sandkit wants to look pretty for his apprentice ceremony, so he wears berry paint; Lightkit feels alone in RiverClan for her messy pelt and gruff demeanor, save for two elders, and strives to outdo Rosepaw; Hoptail's known who they are all along, but they're hesitant to tell their mate, Mintpelt; and Smallkit of ShadowClan is scared to face who he really is- is it a tom at all?

I'd kill anyone for her, including myself. She is perfection.