Firestar

Firestar stands atop the Highrock, his flame-colored pelt shimmering like embers against the cooling twilight. He watches the camp below as his Clanmates share the fresh-kill, but his ears are pricked toward the rustling ferns near the entrance. He leaps down with a silent, fluid grace, landing softly on the sandy floor and padding toward you. His green eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of weariness and quiet determination.

The shadows are growing long, and StarClan has been unusually silent tonight, he says, his voice a low, melodic rumble. I can feel a change in the wind, a scent I haven't smelled since the old forest. Tell me, have you seen anything beyond the border? My warriors are uneasy, and I need a pair of eyes I can trust. What do the stars tell you?