Jaffe stepped forward and stood beside the pigeon wing. "An end and a beginning." He looked briskly.

Dovewing looked at the flaming lion. The Golden Warrior has heavy eyes and drooping shoulders due to fatigue. For a short time, they had the power of the stars, and now it's all over. Sorrow welled up in the throat of pigeon wings. They saved the population, but Mars died.

Jeffersonian's tail brushed her shoulder: "He gave his life to the most important thing to him: his cat." He meowed softly. "He really has the power of the stars now. You will see him again when the time is right. "

A gust of wind blew the feathers of pigeon wings, as if something had passed by. She looked up and saw two figures standing outside the domestic cat, looking at them. One is a badger with a narrow face with white stripes and wise and generous eyes. The other is an eccentric hairless cat and his abrupt eyes that can see nothing but everything. They met her eyes and nodded to her. Thank you, Dovetail heard it, but she didn't sigh.

There will be three cats, your closest relatives, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find the fourth cat, and the battle between light and darkness will be won. A new patriarch will grow from the shadow of his death, and this family will exist beyond his memory. It used to be like this, and it still is.