A silent wind blew the crisp snow off the hill bearing the starry blue lake. There, a gathering of starry cats discussed many things. The leaf-bare season was drawing to a close, and, to many cat's horror, a new dawn was to unfold from the mind of the ultimate ruler, Tigerstar.

Fortunately, the Darkest Star had not killed away all of StarClan. Most importantly, he had left behind Bluestar, who was crippled of starvation and harsh injuries. She was meant to survive and watch the world downpour, her precious Clan fall. A bloody orb of night rose, with an image of a tiger's claws, which Tigerstar had created to prove that he had more power than even StarClan.

A cat sat in the midst of the warriors, his dull orange pelt once filled with so much fire, so much hope, only to be extinguished, to die along with so many of the stars.

"Spottedleaf, for so long I had believed your prophecy, believed that fire would save not just ThunderClan, but all the Clans. Have you ever received a sign foretelling our defeat?"

A dark tortoiseshell looked up, a shred of remorse hidden beneath her amber eyes. She could've died under Mapleshade's claws, but Tigerstar felt that Spottedleaf had to stay alive too, for she was the one who gave Bluestar the sacred prophecy. "I… I believe I have." Bluestar was shocked; she was afraid Spottedleaf was one of Tigerstar's puppets, one who would kill her right this moment. But dark thoughts like this had come up many times nowadays, and she knew to ignore it and move on.

"What was it?" she asked stiffly. Spottedleaf lowered her gaze. "Before Feathertail's death, I had a sign. It was one of the Ancients, I think. It was… it was a feather being burned, to keep a light burning on, and on. But soon after, the feather would burn under the heat and pressure of the flame, taking away the light and leaving us in darkness. If we replace the light with hope, well… you see what I'm getting to. And the words: A silver feather and a fiery flame together will save cats of the world. But soon, when the feather burns too strong, they will fall; shattering peace, for the world is being watched by the one with a thousand eyes."

Feathertail and Firestar together will save the Tribe of Rushing Water and the Clans. But, when Feathertail dies, Firestar will fail; shattering peace, for the world is being watched by Tigerstar.

Silence. No one spoke, no one moved. Finally Crookedstar looked up. "You… you had this information, and you said nothing about it?" he growled, his eyes flickering, as if he were watching a monster who could hurt his family. Spottedleaf heaved a resigned sigh. "I… I had too much faith in you two," she finally whispered, staring at Feathertail, then Firestar. "Perhaps I was foolish back then. But all I can say is that… I'm sorry."

Naturally, Firestar and Feathertail were both sympathetic, but the rest of the StarClan cats grumbled. "We do have two cats who you both know will go to the Honors Competition," Bluestar spoke up. The "Honors Competition" was a competition created by Tigerstar. It was supposed to make cats believed they were competing for honor, but it was truly made so that six or seven cats died. Seven cats participated, but most of the time the winner could not bring himself to kill the runner-up, so they died.

"Fire will win!" half of the StarClan cats cheered. But there was a mumble of anger. "No, fire has already fail us. Let blood win!" It turned out RiverClan and WindClan cheered for Fire, and ShadowClan and ThunderClan cheered for Blood.

Some still disagreed. "The one who will truly save us will not be in the Competition!"

The simple disagreement turned into a war. A full-fledged war. Blood was splattered on the once beautiful grass, bodies cumbling to the ground, a lifeless gleam in their eyes, a last snarl on their faces. StarClan, ever so peaceful, always fighting for the good of the Clans, was now killing themselves just for the correct prediction on who would truly save the world. It was just like the beginning; when the to-be warriors fought for land and prey.

Was this all part of Tigerstar's scheme? Or perhaps it just that StarClan had finally lost all their hope, finally broke down; they were ripped of it and probably decided to discard of their peaceful ways.

No one, not even Tigerstar knows.

By the way, guys, "orb of night" means the moon.

Peace!

~Blood