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While the leaders argued at the Gathering, the warriors were busy. In a secluded hollow near the ThunderClan camp, Ivypool stood on a fallen log, looking up at Winter the IceWing and Tsunami the SeaWing.
"You're too loud," Ivypool rasped, her pelt scarred from her time spying in the Dark Forest. "You fly into a fight like a falling boulder. Against a ghost-cat, that's useless. They don't have bones to break. They have essence, and you have to strike where it's anchored."
Winter let out a puff of frost-breath, looking insulted. "I am an IceWing prince. I have been trained in every form of aerial combat. I don't need lessons from a creature that I could accidentally step on."
"Then try to step on me," Ivypool challenged, her blue eyes narrowing.
Winter lunged, his massive white talon slamming down onto the log. But Ivypool wasn't there. She was a blur of silver-and-white fur, scrambling up Winter's leg, using her claws to find the tiny gaps between his diamond-hard scales. Before the dragon could blink, she was perched on his snout, her unsheathed claws resting just above his eyes.
"If I were a Dark Forest warrior," Ivypool whispered, "you'd be blind right now. Your size is your weakness. You can't see what's directly under your chin."
Tsunami let out a bark of laughter. "She's got you there, Winter! You look like a dragon being bullied by a dandelion."
"It's not a joke," Ivypool said, leaping down. "The Dark Forest cats will swarm you. They'll go for your wings and your eyes. You need to fly in pairs—one dragon to strike, and one cat on your back to clear the 'fleas' off your scales."
Winter grumbled, but he lowered his head in a rare show of respect. "Fine. Show us how to 'clear the fleas.'"
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While the training commenced, Qibli and Squirrelflight were miles away, soaring toward the high peaks of the mountains. The air was thin and bitingly cold. Squirrelflight was tucked into the crook of Qibli's neck, her paws buried deep in his warm SandWing scales to keep from freezing.
"You're surprisingly brave for a scavenger," Qibli shouted over the wind. "Most creatures your size would be shivering in a hole."
"I'm a ThunderClan deputy!" Squirrelflight yelled back, her ears flattened by the gale. "And we have a prophecy to fulfill. The Star-Stone is the only thing that can focus the medicine cats' power. Jayfeather saw it in a dream—it fell from the sky during the last Great Rift."
They reached a jagged spire of rock that seemed to touch the stars. There, embedded in the stone, was a pulsing, translucent shard that glowed with a faint violet light.
But it wasn't unguarded.
A group of Cave Eagles, mutated by the rift's energy, circled the peak. Their wingspans were nearly half the size of Qibli's, and their eyes glowed with a sickly green light.
"Hold on tight, Squirrelflight!" Qibli yelled, banking hard as an eagle dived for them.
Qibli used his tail barb to swat an eagle out of the sky, but three more took its place. Squirrelflight realized they couldn't win by force alone. "Qibli! The ledge below the stone! Drop me there!"
"Are you crazy? You'll fall!"
"Just do it!"
Qibli spiraled down, hovering for a split second. Squirrelflight leaped, landing on the icy ledge with a precarious slide. As the eagles swarmed Qibli, Squirrelflight scrambled toward the stone. It was wedged tight. She dug her claws into the ice, pulling with every ounce of her strength.
For Bramblestar. For the Clans.
The stone gave way. As it did, a burst of warmth flooded her. The eagles shrieked and recoiled from the light. Qibli swooped in, snatching Squirrelflight and the stone in his talons.
"Nice work, Red," Qibli grinned. "Let's get this to the Moonpool before the world ends."
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The rift was a roaring maw of violet fire.
Darkstalker didn't just emerge; he poured out like ink. His shadow-form was so large it blotted out the moons. Beside him, the ghost of Tigerstar stood on a ridge of dark energy, his eyes burning with the malice of a hundred seasons.
"The forest is mine!" Tigerstar roared, his voice amplified by Darkstalker's magic.
Firestar stepped forward. He was no longer the old, tired leader who had died in the Great Battle. He was a shimmering avatar of StarClan, his pelt glowing like a miniature sun.
"You were always a fool, Tigerstar," Firestar said, his voice calm and resonant. "You seek to rule a world that doesn't want you. And you," he looked up at Darkstalker, "you are a king of nothing."
Darkstalker laughed, a sound that cracked the stone beneath the Moonpool. "I am a god! I have seen the beginning and the end of time! What can a flea like you do to me?"
"I am not alone," Firestar said.
At that moment, the dragons and cats launched their coordinated strike. Winter and Tsunami dived from the clouds, with Ivypool and Lionblaze clinging to their backs. As the shadow-dragons rose to meet them, the cats leaped, turning the aerial battle into a frantic, close-quarters melee.
Firestar lunged at Tigerstar, but the two leaders were caught in Darkstalker's gravitational pull. They were dragged into the center of the rift, a realm of pure thought and energy.
"This is where it ends," Tigerstar hissed, pinning Firestar down. "No more prophecies. No more 'Fire saving the Clan.'"
But Firestar didn't fight back with claws. He closed his eyes, reaching out to the Star-Stone that Qibli had just delivered to Jayfeather below.
"Now!" Firestar signaled.
Below, the medicine cats touched the stone. A beam of concentrated starlight shot upward, passing through Firestar. He became a conduit of pure, blinding light. The light didn't just hurt Tigerstar; it began to dissolve the shadows that gave Darkstalker his form.
"It burns!" Darkstalker shrieked, his massive wings beginning to crumble into sparks. "The light... it's too bright!"
"It's the light of a thousand souls," Firestar whispered, his form merging with the beam. "It's the loyalty of the Clans and the hope of the Tribes. And it's something you will never understand."
With a final, blinding flash, Firestar threw himself into the heart of Darkstalker's shadow-core. The explosion didn't make a sound. It was a wave of peace that washed over the entire territory.
Tigerstar vanished into a puff of grey smoke, his spirit finally shattered beyond repair. Darkstalker's shadow-form disintegrated, his essence scattered back into the void between worlds.
The rift snapped shut with the sound of a closing book.
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When the light faded, the island was quiet.
Firestar was gone. In his place, a single ginger leaf floated down, landing on the surface of the Moonpool.
The dragons landed softly on the shore. They looked at the cats, and for the first time, there was no fear, no aggression—only a profound, weary respect.
"He did it," Sunny whispered, her golden scales dim in the dawn light. "He saved us all."
"He was a good warrior," Tsunami said, her voice unusually soft. She looked at Lionblaze. "You all were."
Jayfeather stepped to the water's edge. "The rift is sealed. The connection is fading. You have to go now, before the barrier becomes too thick to cross."
Moonwatcher stepped forward and touched her snout to Jayfeather's forehead. A final spark of mind-to-mind connection passed between them—a library of memories, of two very different worlds that had found a way to survive together.
"Goodbye, little mind-walker," Moonwatcher whispered.
"Goodbye, big lizard," Jayfeather replied, a ghost of a smile on his face.
As the dragons took flight, disappearing into the shimmering air above the lake, the cats of the four Clans stood on the shore, their tails held high. They watched until the last glint of dragon-scale vanished into the blue, leaving them with a forest that was whole, a sky that was clear, and a story that would never be forgotten.