In a dark, blue shadowed grove of trees, two cats with stars in their fur sat looking over a calm body of dark water, an image of another world glittering on its surface.
"Well, that was," Jayfeather paused, looking down at the pool of stars and the five cats traveling below, "Interesting."
"They're going back to the mountains," Firestar, with his faded pelt, mewed, "It's just like you said. The clans travel away from their origins, then return back again."
Jayfeather raised a brow at his ancestor. "Who says their going back?"
The green-eyed tom rolled his eyes and answered with, "Who say's they're not. We've seen the fate of our homeland ourselves. You know what it's like now."
The gray medicine cat huffed and turned his back on the ginger tabby tom. "You still haven't told her, you know. And with Fernfoot's herbs still running rampant through her system, you know she'll never be able to take the pressure."
Firestar glared at his grandson. "What do you suggest I do, then?"
Jayfeather sent his serious, piercing blue gaze into Firestar's eyes. "Let her be the cat she was meant to be."