A light breeze ruffled the young cat's sleek fur. As the stars twinkled above her, she took a tentative step forward. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Why am I, of all cats, becoming leader? Noticing her hesitation, a jet black tom stepped from out of the chamber where the Moonstone, an ancient relic of all clans, was harbored.
"Ready to start?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be, Cobblespark," the she-cat replied. Taking a deep breath, she padded into the chamber and put her nose against the Moonstone.
I guess I just fall asleep now she thought to herself. As she faded into darkness, an epiphany occured. When I leave this place, I will be the leader of WindClan. The thought warmed her to the core, and she fell asleep.
"Welcome to StarClan, young one," a familiar voice rang through her ears.