I can't think of anything to write. To get my non-existent (Rip) creative braincells going, um.. this happened. 'Enjoy?'...
"Shallowstar..." A loud voice shouted.
The dark brown tabby shook his head, taking in shallow (His mother predicted the future) breaths, yellow-gray eyes flickering.
"Shallowstar is no more!" The voice continued, it's owner carrying a smug smirk.
The said leader fell limp, before rising again and leaping up and calling out, "Shallowstar is still more!" Before pausing and reconsidering his words,"I am still alive!" He corrected after a few moments of hesitation.
Shallowstar shook off the snowy colored tom - mind you, yellow snow - off of himself, and yowled loudly, pride creeping into his face and his deep rumble, his voice broadcasting easily across the now silent, bloody battlefield, "Bow down to me! I am immortal!"
Suddenly, a small spotted gray kit let out a thunderous RAWR and pounced on Shallowstar's tail, tugging on it, and causing the large tom to screech in pain and fall limp. There was a moment of silence as the gathered cats wondered whether Shallowstar would get up. A few more quiet moments before the yellow-snow-fur-colored-tom allowed a satisfied grin to cross his sharp features. The kit let out another rawr and began floating up into the sky... or not.
A large hawk was slowly lifting him off, it's brilliant feathers gleaming with gold and silver light. The cats stared up in awe, some still holding their claws at their enemies' necks. Suddenly, the eagle'- The hawk pecked at the author's neck and it's slitted eyes focused on her finger before jabbing violently at it with it's sharp claws- Oh. *Hawk*, boomed in cat-tongue, "Stormkit is now Stormpaw!" The hawk paused and then shouted again, "Stormkit is now Stormpaw!"
The small kit's eyes glowed bloodshot and the hawk quickly screeched, "Stormpaw is now Deathbringer!" A cat let out a muffled chuckle in the background at how the name sounded stupid and the gray kit quickly nudged the hawk to correct himself.
"Deathbringer is now Snarlfang!" The hawk called.
Somewhere in the crowd, a quiet voice questioned what a snarl was. A few muffled laughs.
The gray kit grunted and scrambled in his place, trying to let the hawk get the message.
"Snarlfang is now Snaggedtooth!"
Another random car... cat, complained that the kit still had normal teeth.
The hawk, after slight hesitance, called out, "Snaggedtooth is now Hawkwing!"
Someone reminded the floating kitten that that was a copyrighted name.
The hawk was quickly urged to call out once again, voice cracked from over shouting, "Hawkwing is now Frost-tooth!"
The kitten let out a loud whisper-complaint that he disliked double t-s.
The hawk sighed quietly and shrieked obnoxiously," Bow down to your new leader, Froststar!"
After a moment of silence, the crowd cheered and shouted, Froststar! Froststar! Short Live Froststar!
The last statement earned the crowd frosted death glares.
Hm. Tell me if you want more of this crap. :D Also, if you have enjoyed (You're lying if you have btw), feel free to give my dead brain some story ideas! I could use the help :). Remember, please review, whether you're telling me to jump off a cliff and stop, or whether you're telling me to continue depleting you of your braincells!