A steady wind whistled through her silver fur. A pale tom approached her. "Feathertail, the time has come. You know what to do." The silver she cat, Feathertail nodded. "Alone, the clans are weak. The Dark Forest has too many recruits. The clans will be no more, and StarClan will gain many more warriors." She said numbly. "Then you must go now." The tom growled. "The rest of StarClan will take care of the rest" At that, the silver she cat sped past the tom leaving a trail of mist where she had been. "I will go too." He whispered. His voice rang through the dark clearing. A single rose grew in the gray fields. The pale tom padded away, headed for the gorge.