Starlight flitted through the trees, shining across the territory of the ancestor cats. Prey scurried around the land of stars, hiding in trees and hollows. There was moonlight flying down, sending soft glimmers into a pool, surrounded by trees. There were six cats surrounding it, all of different shapes and fur colors. They were not here to catch up and give news about their clans- they were here to discuss something that many would frown upon. Something that would destroy a young cats life.
"You can't be serious, Bramblestar," snarled a tortoiseshell she-cat, fur bristling, eyes flaring with anger. "This is a she-cats daughter- a future warrior that the clan could be proud of. But you want to destroy her." She lashed her tail, glaring at the brown tabby.
Bramblestar looked at his sister. "It's not even your clan, Tawnypelt. What we choose for this kit is none of your business." He replied calmly. His mate Squirrelflight sat next to him, glaring at Tawnypelt, the warrior who had accompanied the group on their journey to find the lake territories. The two ThunderClan ancestors had raised a cat that had been held back physically, and now the ShadowClan cat had insulted their plan.
Feathertail stood next to the tortoiseshell she-cat. "This is a life you are destroying. She doesn't even deserve life. We all know about her sister, that she-kit will be better off without a littermate to distract her from her duties," growled the tabby she-cat. All of the cats in the group, including Tawnypelt, were surprised. Feathertail was usually soft spoken, but now she was proposing death for the future kit.
Crowfeather stood across from her, eyes narrowed. "You two think what you want- this young kit will have someone to guide her."
Tawnypelt scoffed. "What, StarClan? Don't get me involved with that pathetic piece of fur."
The dark grey tom lashed his tail, claws sliding in and out. "No, Tawnypelt. There will be another living cat to help her through." With that he turned and started walking through the forest of stars towards the WindClan portion of the territory to see his mate, Leafpool.
As the group started to disband, Squirrelflight rushed after the other warrior who had been snatched from leadership at the last second.
"Wait!" she called as they started towards the moorlands. Crowfeather turned curiously.
"What other cat?" she asked, panting. "That was never part of the plan!"
Crowfeather just shook his head. "You will see." What the tom hadn't told her was of the words he had heard in his dream a night before the battle that ended him.
When the whispers fly through the forest, the wolves will howl to overtake the near silence