In a forest far far away, there lived 4 clans, Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan and Windclan. They all lived in peace and harmony, until one day, Crowstar, the brave and fearless leader of Thunderclan mysteriously died in his sleep. His deputy, the fierce and ambitious Hawktalon, rose to Crowstar's position, as Hawkstar.
"All clanmates gather at the Highrock for a clan meeting!" Hawkstar's voice roared over the clan, his sharp amber eyes glaring at the clan, as everyone sat down, save for the newborn kits in the nursery, being watched by their mothers. "It is a shame that Crowstar, the beloved Thunderclan leader, has passed away in his sleep" Hawkstar began, his voice somber, as cats began to dip their heads in respect for their past leader. "But, do not fear, I, as Hawkstar, will lead this clan to glory!" Pride glowed in Hawkstar's eyes, as cats began to chant "Hawkstar! Hawkstar! Hawkstar!".
When every cat stopped chanting, Hawkstar began to speak again, "However, there will be some new, rules. I announce, that in order to have more warriors at our line, all kits will begin training at 4 moons old". Murmurs and gasps filled the clan, and some queens hissed at Hawkstar. "You can't do that!" Mistpelt hissed, putting her tail around her kit, Rainkit. Hawkstar glared at Mistpelt, restraining a growl, "Leader's word is law. Remember that". Mistpelt let out a low hiss, but said nothing else.
Hawkstar continued with the next part of his speech. "Nightpelt, do you accept the role of deputy?" He asked, flicking his tail at the pitch black tom. Nightpelt looked surprised, but he nodded. "I do." He had pride and ambition in his voice. "Very well." Hawkstar flicked his tail back and forth, looking at the nervous clan in front of him
"Clan dismissed"