In The End We Have Peace

A gray tabby tom stood with is head held high, his blind blue eyes showing no fear. He knew what was coming. StarClan had told him a long time ago.

He would soon die.

A lithe black tom leaped into the air, flames of hatred and lust igniting in the depths of his amber eyes as he landed squarely on the gray tabby's shoulders. A cream furred she-cat circled around them, lashing out at the gray tabby and taunting him. She leaned over to open a gash in is throat, but was pushed away by the black tom. He hissed and sunk his fangs deep into the gray tabby's throat.

Suddenly memories, some not even his own, swirled before Jayfeather's eyes.

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An old gray tom stood, his pale blue eyes glowing in the moonlight. He spoke to a ginger tom, whose green eyes were narrowed with confusion.

"There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws."

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A matted smokey gray she-cat with amber eyes looked out across a full lake, slowly beginning to fade to wisps of fog. A young pale gray she-cat beside her pricked her ears, trying to make out the wise old she-cat's last words.

"After the sharp-eyed jay and the roaring lion, peace will come on dove's gentle wing."

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A gray tabby tom's blue eyes scanned through the ranks of starry cats, some full of life and other's faint outlines and forgotten memories. Finally his gaze landed on the cat he was looking for, a glowing graceful white she-cat with pale green eyes. His heart skipped a beat. This was the only cat he had ever loved, and ever would love.

"Half Moon…" he breathed.

"What you do now will affect all cats, past present and future, from the lake and the mountains and the old forest where your Clans lived for so long." A pale gray she-cat called Cloud explained to the tom.

He wrenched his gaze from Half Moon and stared at Cloud. "I don't understand…"

"The end of the stars draws near. Three must become four to battle the darkness that lasts forever."

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Three stars shined high in the night sky, brighter than all of the others that made up Silverpelt. Suddenly they began to burn brighter, and they swirled swiftly down to hover over the center of the lake. Then they began to transform.

The center, the largest star, became the outline of a muscular golden tabby tom. His amber eyes blazed, and a lion's roar sounded, causing giant waves to ripple across the surface of the water. Immediately after, the majestic cat leaped into the heavens where he was joined by a graceful gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes. They twined tails and then vanished.

The second star, medium sized, morphed to the outline of a gray tabby tom. His blue eyes had a sightless eerie glow. A high pitched blue jay's call sounded, continuing the ripples across the water's surface. This cat flew into the sky, halting beside the moon in its half phase. The outline of a white she-cat melted out of the moon, and they both disappeared together.

Lastly, the smallest star became the outline of a pale gray she-cat. She gently touched the tip of her nose to the lake's surface, calming the waves. The lake was peaceful once more. A dove's gentle song was carried across the air like a slight spring breeze, and then she also ascended up to the stars. She was met by a pale gray tom with black stripes. They touched noses and shimmered and disintegrated, leaving the lake empty.

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Slowly the sun began to rise. The paw-worn paths winding through the forest beside the lake were dappled with the shadows of the leaves. Suddenly some ferns rustled, and an ugly hairless tom with unseeing almost white bulging eyes appeared from a tunnel opening. He took a deep long breath of the fresh air and blinked. Slowly his smokey gray fur grew back, his black spots reappearing, and his blue eyes clearing. Once again he was a handsome and powerful cat. He looked around, actually seeing his old home after so many moons of countless deaths, fearful trials, bad omens, creepy shadows, and waiting for the three.

"Finally," Rock breathed. "The three came, were joined by the forth, and the Clans and Tribes, past present and future, will finally live in peace."

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Jayfeather sighed, his vision fading to black once more. He didn't feel the pain of his neck wound any longer, didn't hear the deafening sounds of the still raging battle around him. For once, he was at peace. He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, he could see. And the first thing he saw was Half Moon.