The blue-gray spotted tom sat up. His starry body was almost transparent, and his scars popping out more than they used to. He ran across the starry plain, to meet up with three other cats.

The three other cats, two toms and a she-cat, were sitting on a soft patch of grass. The three cats looked right at the tom approaching them.

"Dacebriar. You're here." The biggest of the cats, a long-furred, amber-eyed black tom said.

"Yes, Rookstar. I am." Dacebriar said, and bowed.

The two other cats looked at Dacebriar. The she-cat began pawing at the grass.

"I sense something is wrong." she said.

"What is it, Campionpetal?" Rookstar asked.

The she-cat sighed and looked up at the misty stars.

"There's something amiss in NightClan. Something wrong."

The other tom gasped. "Campionpetal, I see it too!"

Rookstar huffed. "I can see it. The stars have aligned."

"Cormorantshine, what do the stars say?"

The other tom, a black tabby with copper tinge, looked up.

"It says...

the prey of the shadows will destroy the plants of the forest."