A tortoiseshell she-cat sat at the edge of a shimmering pool. Her glowing amber eyes were raised to the stars, but she turned her head as another cat appeared.

"Spottedleaf, times are becoming hard," mewed the newcomer.

"I know, Bluestar," meowed Spottedleaf. "But the three are stronger now. They are apprentices."

Bluestar dipped her head. "Yes. But what of the Half-Clan cats? Danger comes quickly for them."

"They shall have to bear through it." Spottedleaf sighed. "The three can help."

"That is true," purred Bluestar. "Especially that strong one, Jaypaw. She truly holds the future of the Clans."

"Indeed," agreed Spottedleaf. "We will see what happens." She flicked her tail, and glanced up at the sky again. The stars shone brightly, reflected in her wide eyes.