The moon glittered on the lake, casting its silver light down onto the small group of cats moving past it. The head of the group, a slender gray she-cat, sniffed the air before moving on. The five cats behind her followed her, for they trusted her.

She was their leader.

"We will be outcasts no longer" murmured one of the group, an orange tabby.

The cat who was leading them nodded in agreement, as did the cat that walked close by her side.

"Starclan has spoken, this is our path. Falconstar has no power over us" she said, catching the eye of the gray cat.

Suddenly, the grey cat halted. "This is where we make our home" she proclaimed, marking the ground with her claw"

"This is Rainclan"