"In a life which can't survive, the ground shall split into five. Thistle grows through the cracks, around the stars it wraps." After a skirmish in snow-covered moors, Luna thought she was as good as dead. Instead, she found herself greeted by a cat with stars in his fur, and told great change is coming to the place she called home. Believing the prophecy is about her, the renamed Thistle walked back to the Twolegplace with a mission: Create a clan worthy of her starry savior. There are no more sunny days for Bandit, not since her friend died three moons ago. Drifting through life, the mounting pressure from concerned cats to join a rogue group was about to force her paw when she saw a cat she long-thought dead. While Thistle may not be her beloved Luna, Bandit is determined to support the stranger who wears a corpse's pelt. (To manage expectations, this will have slow updates.)