Twixpaw nervously licked her shoulder. Yes, her name is Twixpaw. No, she was not a kittypet. It's a very long story. Looking up at Eaglestar made her feel small. His silver fur was puffed up in a rage, and he glared around at his clan.
"I don't know which one of you did it..." His eyes narrowed and fixated themselves on the gathering of pitch-black toms in the center of the Hollow. "But it was one of you. Shadefeather, Darkwing, Nightheart... oh, and how could I forget the ever-useful Pinescratch." His gaze turned to a small, 18-moon-old tom with green eyes. "You must wonder why I've called you here. Well," He hissed, picking up a screeching, black kit, "This filth is your answer. And... One of you four did it. And, if you don't step up and claim it... I suppose I'll have to toss it down."
A hush fell over as they all looked more closely at the kit. Two tiny green jewels glowed on its face, the fur a dark, shining, blue-black. A perfect likeness of Pinescratch. Whispers broke out. Eaglestar had a cruel, cold smile forming on his face, the ice-blue of his eyes showing no remorse.
"My, my, Pinescratch, a little young for kits, aren't we?" Pinescratch stepped up.
"Sir, if I may plead my ca-" Eaglestar seemed to snap at this. He hissed and lashed his tail, screeching about betrayal. Twixpaw looked at the cat... no, the creature, before her. And, the ice was shattered below.
Nobody knew how he fell, not even Twixpaw. Nobody knew if they should mourn or celebrate. Nobody knew who the new leader was to be, either. Eaglestar believed himself immortal and never chose a deputy. But, seeing Twixpaw's caramel-colored fur shimmering against the moonlit sky, standing where her leader stood seconds before, watching stars shift to surround her, it is clear as to who Starclan chose.