I know I said in my profile that I was only going to work on one story, but this just popped up in my mind and I HAD to write it up. If you think I should continue, just tell me, any way you want.

On with the story!

Prologue

A full moon shone brightly in the sky. Three cats sat on the thick braches of trees, and many others shared tongues in grassy clearing below them.

Yowls rose from the gathered cats. "Where is Riverclan?"

"Why aren't they here?"

"Start the Gathering!"

A brown spotted tabby rose from her perch on the lowest branch. "Silence!" she yowled, holding up her tail.

The caterwauls died away, leaving only the chilling wind to howl across the lake waters.

Another cat, amber eyes gleaming against his dark fur, rose to challenge the leader. He also sat in the tree. "Greenstar," he began calmly, ignoring the she-cat's glares, "What our clanmates say makes sense. Never before have Riverclan been so late to a gathering. However, if this continues, I say we begin without them."

"Excellent point, Falconstar," Greenstar meowed, tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'll remember that next time Windclan is late."

The tom sat again, fuming.

"I agree with Falconstar."

The she-cat looked down in vague shock at a small dark grey she-cat sitting at the roots. The grey cat shrugged, "It only makes sense. My leader, we all know— and you do, too— that we must begin. Moonhigh does not last forever."

Greenstar nodded, as if in approval, sitting again and wrapping her tail around her paws. She looked at the third cat in the tree, who hadn't spoken. "Why don't you begin, Cloudstar?"

The leader of Thunderclan rose, his massive build and white pelt causing him to stand out. He raked his icy blue gaze though the crowd of cats, then yowled, "We gather here tonight under—"

"What is this? Beginning without the fourth clan?"

"Creekstar!"

With the exception of his gray chest, a white tom like Cloudstar stood at the edge of the clearing, his patrol of Riverclan behind him.

All was silent.

Then, more cats filed in. They came from all sides, surrounding the cats. One cat, a shining red tom, stepped forward. Starlight glistened off his smooth fur.

"Only one clan truly rules the lake territories." He opened his mouth to say more, but before he could he faded into the night, the surrounding cats with him.

After another moment of quiet, Creekstar sneered, seeming to be leering over the others. "Starclan has spoken its approval!" he yowled.

"What?"

"When?"

"Starclan's approval…?"

Confused murmurs filled the clearing.

Creekstar raised his voice so that it echoed through the island. "You all saw it just now! Only Riverclan is fit to lead the lake cats!"

With a loud caterwaul, the white and gray tom leapt into the mass of cats, unyielding. His warriors followed suit, clawing, scratching, and biting.

Greenstar leapt out of the tree with the other leaders, yowling retreat. They filed onto the main land, using the tree bridge. Riverclan cats chased them off, and soon the island was filled with triumphant yowls.

One cat, her cream fur sleek and kept, stayed to the edge of the clearing as her clanmates celebrated their victory. Glancing up, she winced at the sight of a full moon, and a clear black starlit sky. What's going on? She thought desperately. Why won't Starclan put a stop to this?

Creekstar, with his fur red with cats' blood, leapt onto a branch of the tree. He smiled down at his cats, and let out a yowl loud enough for all the clans to hear, even safe in their camps.

"We are Starclan's chosen! We are Riverclan!"

Hey peeps. Just gotta love Riverclan, eh?