ShadowClan believes in the stars. Upon death, the cat’s spirit ascends to the sky to shine down on their clanmates.
"Lord Firefoot!", Friti called after the vanishing dream. "Pouncequick said your brother was freed!"
"...Lord Viror suffered for eternities..." murmured the fast-dwindling spark of red. "Now, the balance has been set free... Look to the skies, little brother.... Good journeying!"
Fritti sat bolt upright. On either side his companions protested sleepily. Craning his neck, he gazed up into the sable sky of the Final Dancing. "Look to the skies," Firefoot had said. Fritti's spirit sang with the wonder of it all.
Above the U'ea-ward horizon, couched like dewdrop on the petal of a black rose, gleamed a star that Tailchaser had never seen before. It burned and shone— a white fire against the belly of Meerclar.
"Stars are dead guys."
