In the center of the group, the ambient light began to gather and twist itself into a shape that was vaguely feline. Before their very eyes, the outline of a cat sharpened from the amorphous starlight. Nightfall released a sigh as the pressure of manifestation passed through him.
“Greetings, Leaders and Warriors.” His gaze rested briefly on each face, pausing upon Mercuryrose and Hazelface a touch longer than the others.
“I am called Nightfall. I served as RiverClan’s deputy many moons ago, and gave my life in service to my Clan.” He settled back on his haunches, feeling a sense of weariness that showed only in his eyes.
“It is StarClan’s understanding that you seek the truth of recent events. Although I gather that we had already warned you of the coming dangers, it is clear that you require yet more explanation.” A hint of irritation crept into his tone, but passed as quickly as a darting fishes shadow beneath the water.
“Beware the toms who speak falsely– you have gleaned this much, for I do not see them among us tonight. For their hearts are not their own. It is fair to be unaware that the dead may return in the skin of the living, it has been many moons since this occurred. Only strong feelings of hate, or of love, can overcome the boundary that separates us.” Nightfall nodded sagely, closing his eyes for a moment before he continued.
“To put it in terms that leave no room for misinterpretation, they are possessed by the essences of two cats from the Dark Forest. They seek vengeance for perceived wrongs– they wish only to make others suffer as they have, out of pain and hatred. But who would do such a thing? They are not of lions, of tigers– who does this leave, among the great Clans of old? No cat has been named Cheetah in some time, it is true. Think!” His tail swished agitatedly. “Panthers also walked the forests of old, did they not?”
“Nor of gold, or of silver. These words do not describe the other assailant. That leaves us with a much more common metal.”
He rose to his feet, gazing at each of them.
“The cats possessing your fellow Leaders are Copperheart of SkyClan, and Pantherstorm of RiverClan.” He nodded astutely, pleased to see some of them had put the clues together.
“You must kill them at the same time, not precisely, but it is best that they both be in the realm of spirits when your Leaders return to their bodies. Once back, our StarClan Warriors will...deal with the traitors, on our end.” His eyes flashed as he spoke.