Prologue: Too Good For His Own Good
"Do you remember how all the she-cats would pad after you, Raggedstar?"
Humor edged a very dark gray tom's mew.
"I wasn't that popular," Raggedstar said uncomfortably, squirming his paws.
In front of his former Clan leader, Raggedstar felt a little awkward.
"Yeah, he had Foxface and Yellowfang padding after him." A pale brown tabby grunted.
At the mention of Yellowfang, Raggedstar stiffened.
"We all know about Brokenstar, you know. I think it's a punishment enough for you," Cedarstar said.
Raggedstar bared his teeth and snapped at Cedarstar. "That's enough. What's done is done." He was still a stubborn leader.
"We all make mistakes." Silverflame padded towards the three cats. "Don't we?"
She raised her non-existent eyebrow to Raggedstar. The former Clan leader stubbornly flicked his tail.
"I just hope those four turn out okay," Silverflame said worriedly.
The pale brown tabby snorted. "She-cats! Why do they pad after toms? Why don't toms pad after she-cats?"
"You know that's not always the case, Lizardstripe," Cedarstar said, good humor in his mew, "What fun a single kittypet is creating!"
"I'm worried for ThunderClan." Silverflame's eyes brimmed with concern.
"ThunderClan? For what?" Cedarstar snorted.
"Remember, we are all in one Clan now after our death," Silverflame reminded him, "Come. We must discuss this with Sunstar and Goosefeather."
"I suppose you're right."
The dark gray tom stood up, revealing his white belly. He gave a last, nonchalant glance to the starry pool below. An image of a fiery red pelted tom rippled on the glimmering surface.
This is prologue. I just thought it'd be fun to show that this story is going to be realistic(although talking cats aren't very realistic...).