It was all black.
Nightstar was all alone, the cold chilling down her bones, "Help!" she cried weary and scared. "Help…Where is everyone?" Her eyes widened in fear at the black picture, and then she felt heat. Piercing heat like the heat from the fire. And there were the kits off in the distance mewing helplessly.
Faint voices called from all around Nightstar, and she thought she recognized the voices of her former clan. Then from the flames, cats from her once clan appeared in a ghostly appearance whishpering:
Follow the sun to where it sets
Move on to broken hills
The forest of blue trees
Mix with cats and live again
TwilightClan, the clan of stars
Then the cats began to turn, and Nightstar's eyes winded at the prophecy. "Wait!" she mewed. "Why did the kits live too?"
They all stopped and turn to face their one true leader.
They all gently whispered, "They lived because they willed it. Those kits will play important roles in the future of TwilightClan." With that the fire's heat, the kits wails, and the spirits of TwilightClan drifted away, leaving Nightstar left in the cold darkness again…