A lone black cat appeared on the edge of a ridge overlooking a small clearing. Down below, there was a smooth black pool that seemed to have all of the stars in the sky within its waters.

He paused for a moment before padding down to touch his nose to the cool water. At once, rows and rows of shining cats appeared around him, smelling of wind and frost and with stars in their paws.

The cat relaxed slightly, comforted by the sight of them, but a flicker of unease was still present in his eyes. "Starclan, what have I been summoned for?" he murmured.

A silver tabby she-cat stepped forward from the ranks of starry cats. "We bring a terrible warning. Something must change, and the clans will be scarred forever in its wake."

The tom gasped. "Is there anything that can be done to prevent this?" he demanded. His claws, now unsheathed, sank into the ground, as if he could fight off this unidentified evil.

The she-cat dipped her head.

"Patience, Darkwind. There is still hope." Suddenly, the tabby's eyes burned with an indescribable emotion. She spoke by herself, yet her voice was joined by many more. "Four will become one, and nothing will be as it was. But till the fate-bound are sealed, peace will not come. The only way is through the new era, and the new era begins with Dusk."

Darkwind stepped towards her, a flood of questions on his tongue, but before he could say anything the cats of Starclan began to fade, turning into nothing more than wisps of smoke.

"Starclan, wait, please tell me more! Help me save my clan! Don't leave us to face this alone!" Darkwind cried out. His thoughts were racing like the wind, and one cat in particular flashed across his mind.

The scent of the starry cats still lingered around the Moonpool, and a quiet voice whispered in his ear, "We will not leave you. Not now, not ever."