A dark gray she-cat with a broad, flat face and orange eyes spoke, "When should we tell them?" she asked.
"When they are ready to leave." A ginger tom with green eyes replied
"But they must leave soon," The dark gray she-cat protested.
"We will have to wait until one of them is a medicine cat," the ginger tom argued, "They can't travel as untrained apprentices without a medicine cat to care for them if they get sick or hurt. They will be important. You know that, and we can't risk sending them too early, they could…" the ginger tom trailed off
"I know," The dark gray she-cat said impatiently, "We will tell them when they become warriors."
"Okay," The ginger tom replied reluctantly, "Then it is decided," he meowed decisively.
A large gray tom with long silvery-blue fur with emerald green eyes, slid into the clearing.
"You always poked your nose into other Clans' business," he mewed teasingly.
"Riverstar," the ginger tom greeted him.
"I will show them the way," the silvery-blue tom mewed firmly, "The river once guided me. Now I will guide them. I will be their river."
"If you must," the ginger tom mewed. Then he continued, "This matter is settled then," and the starry cats went their separate ways.