There will be three cats, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find a fourth, and the battle between light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the clan will survive beyond thge memories of his memeries. This is how it has always been and alway will be.

What do you mean, something important? It's the middle of the night! -Sandstorm

The time has come for Firepaw to be made a warrior.

I will always be here. We will walk the skies together forever.

Whats the matter?" Jayfeather muttered " Afraid i might give you some medicine?

Two Windclan apprentices were wandering toward them. Fireheart twitched his ears to warn his friends they had an audience. "Oh, yes," meowed Ravenpaw, raising his voice. "We loners eat Clan apprentices whenever we can catch one.

From now on, wherever you walk, I will walk with you. . .