The pale gaze of the silver moon shone through the gnarled branches of the oak tree, the soft silver light cast dappled shadows onto the forest floor, illuminating five cats that sat huddled underneath the canopy of stars.

       The wind whispered through the branches and rustled the leaves, and one of the cats; an elegant she-cat with amber eyes stiffened. She cast a look towards the lake; the silvery sheet of the lake's surface darkened and lightened with every passing of a cloud. She flicked her tail, gazing into the shadows warily before speaking.

        "Aspenstar.  What is it that you want?" Underneath the moonlight, the she-cat with dappled spots of dark grey swung her heads towards a pure white tomcat standing in the moonlight. Her meow was sharp, and her eyes narrowed as she waited for him to speak.

       "I've come to warn you. StarClan spoke to my medicine cat, and they've said the end draws near. Amberstar, it is almost time to face the shadows."

          "FrostClan is ready." 

          The white tom hissed, his claws gleaming underneath the moonlight. "How can you be ready if we haven't even found the cat the prophecy mentioned?"     

          The she-cat cast her gaze to the lake, before finally lowering her head. "There is no other choice. My warriors are not afraid of darkness, and if we can't find the cat, then so be it. We will fight with fangs and claws."

          "Sometimes, fangs and claws aren't enough," The white tom turned away, pelt bristling before launching himself onto a tree branch. His tail tip flicking, he padded into the shadows, his pelt melting out of sight. 

            Alone in the clearing, the she-cat dipped her head, silent as she listened to the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze. She turned away and was just about to slink into the undergrowth when something stopped her in her tracks. 

           She turned around. 

           A tomcat padded forward, his silver gaze fixed on hers as he dipped his head. Bristling at the unfamiliar scent, she unsheathed her claws. 

          She gasped. Underneath the moonlight, the tom's grey pelt was translucent, reflecting the silver gleam of the moon. Small, glittering stars seemed to be woven into his pelt, and a veil of shadows seemed to follow him wherever he moved. 

           "Who are you? Are you from StarClan? I-I don't recognize you."

            The tom dipped his head, stopping a few fox-lengths away. "I'm from StarClan. You don't know me, but I belong to clans far away from here."      

            His voice was weary and as she watched, his pelt seemed to flicker, his outline growing fainter as he continued to talk. 

           "I made the travel here, but I don't think I'll be able to make it back. Amberstar, listen to me."

            The grey cat trembled, swaying on his paws. He closed his eyes in concentration, before settling onto the ground. 

            "You know of one, and you must find her," he meowed, so softly that Amberstar had to lean forward to catch his words. 

             "But one must become four, to fight the oncoming darkness. One,a cat that gazes into the shadow of the past, holding the light of the stars in their paws..."

             His voice trailed off, and his silvery outline seemed to disappear as he rested his muzzle onto the ground. 

             With obvious effort, he lifted his head. His flank was hardly moving, and in his sharp gaze, Amberstar could see the light of the stars reflected there. 

             "Another cat of winter frost shall heal the rift between the clans. With a crown of silver and paws in two worlds-

              "-she walks a path even StarClan cannot fathom." This time, it was Amberstar who finished the tom's sentence. Her eyes widening, she pressed her muzzle against the tom's cheek.  She gasped when she realized she couldn't touch him, and she watched in despair as the tom's outline grew fainter still, until it was nothing more than just the faintest of wisps upon the forest ground. 

                "How about the other two cats?" She asked urgently. 

                 The tom shook his head slowly, and the light seemed to drain from his eyes, seeping onto the ground. The she-cat lowered her head, feeling a pang of sympathy for the dying warrior. 

                  "Rest now," she meowed softly. 

                   And he did.