Fairspell Meadow Whiplash

Not in this life or the next, he assumed. If there was another. Stormchaser had only heard whispers from his father, faded memories of a place where all those who passed would take a place in the sky among the stars. It had seemed fanciful, even to a boy who knew no better. By the time Qiao had found him and taken him under her wing, the idea of Starclan had become nothing more than a tale told to a child.

When she gave him her plans, Stormchaser nodded his head.

Wherever the crone would go, so would her stomcloaked familiar.