Thistlestar expected nothing from her visit to the Standing Stones. The brown tabby she-cat had traveled in silence from what remained of EastClan territory, down to the stones. They seemed to glow and glisten in the light of the crescent moon. She looked up at them, hoping to feel a presence but she only heard the wind through the trees.
"StarClan, this is your final chance!" she called them out. "If you're still there, give me a sign. Give me anything. My Clan is in ruin and you weren't around to stop it. Were you ever around? Are you all just lies whispered through the Clans?" The fur on her body spiked as she grew frustrated. "Give me an answer! Give me nine lives! How can I lead my Clan with only one?"
Only the wind blew.
"That settles it," Thistlestar hissed. "From this day forward, EastClan is no longer controlled by the whims of nonexistent spirits."