Shadowpaw craned his neck over his back, straining to groom the hard-to-reach spot at the base of his tail. Shadowpaw, your name will be remembered for as long as the Clans survive. The word was breathed out on a sigh of satisfaction. The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished. And you, young apprentice-you will have an important part to play. Now great events are coming, and the Clans will experience far-reaching changes. There is no cat like you in all the five Clans, Shadowpaw, the warrior continued. The spirit cat focused an intense gaze on the tabby apprentice, nodding appreciatively at his determination to keep up with his mentor, and at how his eyes shone with anticipation at the coming meeting, when he would share dreams with StarClan. They must be on their way to the Moonpool for the half-moon meeting. Puddleshine, the StarClan warrior murmured, recognizing the ShadowClan medicine cat. They were both unaware of being observed. In the lead was a brown tom with white splotches, while close behind him a smaller tom, a gray tabby with darker stripes, was struggling to make headway, his belly fur brushing the snow. Two tiny figures toiled upward, their shapes dark against the icy brightness. The starry warrior spotted movement at the edge of the trees where forest gave way to the steep slopes of the moor. The branches of the trees dipped gently under their weight of snow. A half-moon floated in the darkness, its light turning the surface of the water to silver and glittering on the snow-covered land. From a vast indigo sky, a warrior of StarClan gazed down at the lake and the Clan territories clustered around it.
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