Somewhere far above the earth, two cats walked side by side in the stars. The she-cat sighed. "I wish we didn't have to do this." The tom, a fiery ginger cat with a short temper, grunted. "You know what will happen if we don't." She stopped walking. "Yes, Flamingsun, I do know," she snapped. "I know that the Dark Warriors will kill us if we don't succeed. But...." Her voice broke. "She was my apprentice, Flamingsun. How can I do this to her? How can I harm Echosilver's kits?" Mistyrain didn't want to think about it. Her head hurt so much....