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When the clans are falling apart, they must rely on the most unlikely cats to save them all: a crippled loner and an exiled warrior.

Prologue

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by Horsefinity

by Horsefinity

"I don't know what we're going to do, Silverstar," Duskfur said, sitting beside the gray she-cat.

Silverstar looked at him. "What is it?" She was bathed in pale moonlight, her dark eyes glimmering. "Did you finally get our omen?"

"Yes, Silverstar. But I don't understand it," he huffed, shaking his head.

"What did StarClan say..?"

"When all is lost, the clans must follow the fallen star."

"'The fallen star?' Do you think they're sending someone?" Silverstar asked.

The old tom shook his head. "I don't know. Ripplepaw thinks so, but StarClan works in mysterious ways."

Silverstar nodded slowly. "Yes. It truly does."