The sky darkened, sending the whole world into a darkness. Two cats sat side by side on top of a hill, at the edge of the forest, their fur brushing.

"Archspirit, I can't do this much longer." One of the cats said. 

"I know. It's feels weird without a clan. Empty." Archspirit meowed.

"Definitely." Finchsong gazed up at the stars. "Do you think Starclan has left us?" She asked.

"I don't know." Archspirit replied, shaking his head. "It sure feels like it."

Finchsong nodded, sighing. "I don't like the fact that our family is going to grow up as a rouge."

Archspirit wrapped his tail around his mate. "We have a couple of moons before the kits are born. We still have enough time." 

"I feel you are hesitant. Is this what you want?" 

"I don't know, my love. I don't know."

"Do you regret leaving the clans?"

"No. I hated Darkclan. Judging us for what we look like and who we are friends with. They even exiled a Queen. Who does that?"

"There is definitely something wrong with that clan." Finchsong agreed. 

"What you too love birds doing?" A soft voice came form the forest.

"Hey Vipertiger." The pair turned around to see a sandy she-cat coming out of the woods, her swollen belly slowing her down. "How are you?"

"Feeling like these kits never want to come." She murmured.

"They will come soon enough." Archspirit smiled. 

"What do you think? About creating a clan?" Finchsong asked her.

"I do feel like something is missing." She agreed.

"Then it's decided." The two mates looked at each other. "We make a clan."

Finchsong looked up at the stars. 

"And it's name will be Galacticclan."