The moon shined down onto the trees shaking in the breeze, casting spotted shadows onto the grass. Three cats with the light of stars in their fur were standing in a circle, deep in a conversation.

"It is time." A black and white cat stepped forward, and bowed his head.

A small tortoiseshell pricked her ears. "Is this the right thing?" she asked.

The black and white tom nodded. "Do not worry, Cloverstar. We have no other choice. It must be done. They'll be okay."

Cloverstar looked at her companion, a huge dark grey tom. He stood up and walked to stand beside the other tom. "Let it begin," he meowed quietly.

A fourth cat appeared, a tortoiseshell kit. She looked around nervously, her yellow eyes wide.

The black and white tom padded up to her. "Greetings, young one. I am Badgerstar. You are safe now."

The kit looked up at him, the worry fading from her eyes. "This is StarClan," she mewed.

Cloverstar padded forward and nodded. "Yes, this is StarClan. But it is not your destiny to be here just yet."

The grey tom, who was called Stormstar, walked up and stood between Cloverstar and Badgerstar. "You must go back," he rumbled.

The kit began to fade, her pelt becoming transparent until she disappeared altogether. The three StarClan leaders stared at the spot where she had been. The cats were silent until Cloverstar spoke up.

"It is done."