Shadowstar leaped up onto the sharp jutting rock, and sat. Her stance was strong and her eyes glimmered in the light of the sun. She looked down on the cats below and called out, "All cats old enough to race past any, gather below SharpRock for a clan meeting." Her eyes scanned the crowd and stopped on a lean and thin she. Birchsong. Shadowstar's own sister. Well, adopted sister. "Birchsong. You have fought for this clan for many, many moons. You have fought with bravery and wisdom, as well as loyalty and cunningness. I know you feel ill, and refuse to eat, but..." Shadowstar's eyes glistened, as she saw the pain in her sister's eyes. "I'm afraid you will have to be made medicine cat. Your heroic deeds will never be forgotten. May StarClan guide your path." Birchsong nodded and hobbled back into the med den. "Clan dismissed." Shadowstar meowed and the cats scattered.