Quietness. Peacefulness. Relaxation.

StarClan was created because of these qualities, so that no matter how hectic your life was, you would always find peace in death. It was meant to be the hide-out, the place where you could rest without having to worry. It was meant to be a place where the living could ask questions, and a place where there was hope.

But it changed. StarClan was now just place where the dead cats went. Nothing more. There wasn't peace, and there wasn't happiness. They weren't even sure how to answer many of the questions asked by the living. It had been this way for many moons, but StarClan had managed.

Now that Sharpmoon had taken over, however, they were falling apart. Like shattered glass, they rushed to collect the pieces, but no matter how much they tried, more and more pieces fell to the ground. Most cats were still allowed to pray to StarClan, but they didn't want to, because the hope they'd once had in their ancestors was now gone.

So on the warm breezy night, many StarClan leaders had gathered, trying hard to figure out their own prophecy. Yes, they knew of who was to save them, and yes, they knew who was to help, but they were afraid, for the war leader, Rainfur, had been taken to a territory where StarClan no longer roamed, and that was not part of the plan.

The leaders were all seated on a rocky waterfall, one that they used for a lot of meetings. There were numerous high stones that outlined the flowing waterfall all the way to the top, leaving many ledges for leaders to sit on. This was one of the largest meetings of all, it seemed, for all twenty high stones had a leader sitting on them.

Below the waterfall, a river flowed quietly, barely making any noise at all. The lush green grass swayed below them, and a few daisies danced in the dusk wind. Many previous medicine cats sat in this clearing, while many normal warriors and queens did as well. Probably a third of StarClan's most respected cats had gathered at this meeting, hoping to have a say in their clan's future.

One of the most important leaders there was Ravenstar, ThunderClan's previous leader. He was a wise dark grey tom who had first met the war leader, and he had been killed by him. But Ravenstar knew better than to judge Rainfur now, for the grey and white tom had become a fine fighter, and the dark grey leader found it sorrowful that Rainfur had lost his memory.

There were, of course, the first four leaders of the clans by the lake. They were another crucial aspect in this meeting because it was them who agreed to make Rainfur a cat after dying in his human life. They had also united in bringing Stormpaw, the Saviour, into the warrior world as well, though that decision was yet to become successful.

The next leader was a dull grey one with bright blue eyes that looked like they had electricity running through them. It was magnificent, and seeing as he had just as high of a rank as the other first four leaders of ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and WindClan, this tom was important.

Nightstar and Rosestar were also present, though the golden she-cat wasn't pleased. She would have been more than happy to stay near WindClan and help Blackstar lead the Queen Clan. Nightstar wasn't as reluctant, because he knew Rainfur as his deputy, and to know that the war leader no longer remembered him was an outrage, and he wanted something done about it.

Below, there were many familiar cats. Jayflight, Snowstorm, Thorntail, Yelloweye, Sweetclaw, Falconclaw. . .The list went on and on, for the war had taken many lives. Snowdrift, ThunderClan's previous medicine cat, had died of a wound that one of Sharpmoon's warriors had inflicted upon him. Frostfur was able to heal the rest of the ThunderClan cats, but it was very saddening to know that the warriors these days were breaking the warrior code so freely.

"StarClan, I speak before all of you in sorrow that so many has joined us," Thunderstar started. "We shall help the grieving cats that live by the lake, and push them to become stronger. This battle has only begun, and we wish our loved ones good luck." There were murmurs of agreement, and many began thanking StarClan that they didn't take any other of their loved ones.

"We are not here to discuss the deaths, though," Shadowstar continued. "We are to talk about a prophecy, one that all of you should know about. This prophecy talks of the Saviour, whom we must keep faith in. And the demons of the Dark Forest, who have been identified as the Volans. The one who hides his fear, and the Saviour will be the one to defeat Sharpmoon, but we have a problem." The dark clan leader drifted, leaving Windstar and Riverstar to finish.

"Stormpaw, the Saviour, has become. . .rebellious against the idea of being one of the prophecy cats," Windstar explained. "The human would rather go looking for Rainfur. Matar has kept him in ShadowClan, but it isn't long before he rejects the idea. This wasn't supposed to happen, so we must take caution."

"On a happier note, though, I bring news of Rainfur's survival," Riverstar continued happily. "Sharpmoon's fatal wound was kept under control thanks to Jactur's strength, but he is no longer within StarClan's protection. I-Instead, he resides in The Cats of the Storms, where he still lay in the healers den, unable to wake up unless we allow him. He's healing nicely, but we can't send any StarClan cats over to save him." The dull grey leader scoffed as Riverstar finished, as if he wasn't surprised at all.

"What's so amusing, Stormstar?" asked Ravenstar, his eyes narrowed. The dark grey ThunderClan leader was quite angry with this outcome, because Rainfur now had little chance of coming back. "Do you think it's funny that our war leader has ended up in that horrid place?" Stormstar narrowed his eyes as a scowl overtook the amused expression.

"The Cats of the Storms aren't horrible," Stormstar growled. "They've just been misguided to believe that we no longer exist." Nightstar gave out a sour laugh that caught the attention of all the cats in the clearing. The previous ShadowClan leader was not in a position to be making fun of Stormstar's words.

"They're not horrible, just different in a sick sort of away," said Nightstar sarcastically with an edge of irritation in his voice. The dull grey leader growled lowly at Nightstar's words, but didn't say anything. "Stormstar, they take loners and rogues and make them become servants! They think that their only goal in life is to kill as many Volans as possible, and they hate us. By my definition, I call that horrible, and now my deputy will be forced to live by their rules when he wakes."

"Can we stay on topic, please?" asked Thunderstar, his voice loud enough to get everyone's attention. The dark grey leader seemed to be just as irritated as Nightstar, which scared most since they knew of how angry Thunderstar could get. "Thank you. Now, Stormstar, are you sure you can't send some of your cats to look over Rainfur?" The dull grey warrior sighed with frustration as Thunderstar asked this, probably annoyed too much already to be asked such a question.

"Thunderstar, my warriors of StarClan no longer live in those hills, and we will never return, even if for one of your warriors," said Stormstar after he composed himself enough to speak normally. "The Dark Forest has destroyed our lands, and we will not return until the Volans leave." Everyone stared in shock as the noble leader of the Cats of the Storms sat proudly on his rock. None of them were expecting that answer, so this came as a shock to all of them.

"The Volans are innocent creatures created by accident!" Riverstar stated with a voice full of surprise. "How could you talk of them as if they were actually created by the Dark Forest when you know that that information was just simply made up by the Cats of the Storms?" There were many murmurs of agreement, making Stormstar force back a look of embarrassment.

"We don't know how those demons were created," Stormstar growled. "The Dark Forest could have actually created them, and that would result in the fact that we are putting our faith into the wrong paws. Actually, I think that this whole meeting is a joke because your prophecy is fake and could have many different outcomes. What if your war leader never remembers his destiny? What if your Saviour never understands how important he is? And what if your unexpected demon of the Dark Forest never comes to the lake to overthrow Sharpmoon? I know that prophecies are written from the future, but is the future ever written in stone?" The other leaders took in Stormstar's words with irritation, but the cats below seemed curious and wary of the situation now. They were whispering to themselves, actually understanding what the old leader was saying.

"Are you insane?" asked Shadowstar then, forcing all of the eyes down below to fall on him. "Maybe even just a tad bit crazy? The prophecy is not a fake. Half of it has already been fulfilled, and with our Prince being in touch with the Lone Huntress, our prophecy has yet to fail us. And don't forget about Jactur, who is able to talk to Matar. All of the information on Rainfur resides in that connection, and so our Saviour will at least not go insane, thinking his brother is dead."

"And what about Duskpaw, Demonkit, and Flamestar, hmm?" asked Stormstar, making a few flinch. "Duskpaw believes he needs pity because of his parents and small size. How is he going to turn out? If you go over to Demonkit, you find that she inherited her father's fighting spirit, and her thirst to prove herself. Don't you find that familiar? Maybe from Sharpmoon's past?"

"Bravekit has been able to keep his ambitions to a minimum, so he—" Ravenstar began.

"Oh, and what happens when Bravestar can no longer keep that kit living?" asked Stormstar. "How will Demonkit react then? She has her father's insanity, if you've forgotten, and she's dangerous. Now over to Flamestar, and we have a young leader who has no experience. The tom is in charge of protecting the Clans and yet he can't even organize a battle patrol! How can he, a young spy for Rainfur, ever survive in ThunderClan?" Thunderstar growled lowly, as did the other four leaders. They weren't happy with Stormstar's response—no one was.

"We have faith in the warriors whom Destiny has chosen, and we won't ever give up on them," Thunderstar growled. "So back to your decision. If you are sure you won't let us send any more StarClan warriors over to your territory, then we have no choice but to respect the leader of the Cats of the Storms and leave Rainfur's fate to chance. We will make him awake in two days' time." There was a few murmurs and whispers, but before long, there was no one left in the calm clearing.