I know, I know, I all ready have two stories going. Well... Who cares! I'm starting another one.
Many cats were gathered in the clearing. There were stars in there tails, and there pupils were night-black. The sea of pelts had bore every color, cats of every age and size, kits who were still-born. Elders who died peacefully. The cats of NightClan.
Four cats stood in front of them all, the greatest leaders of the clans. Now they were leaders once again. Leaders of NightClan. "Clanmates!" A cry interrupted the chatter. "We have come tonight to choose the new Medicine-cat of BreezeClan." The white tom's call echoed around the stone cliffs.
He paused as murmurs broke out in the clan. A dark tabby addressed the white tom. "Skystar! Who will we choose? There aren't any kits fit to be Medicine-cat, and the apprentices are all nearly done with their warrior training."
More cats yowled similar answers, and at last Skystar's companion, a small lithe gray cat, spoke out "Quiet! QUIET!" The cats fell silent, and the gray She-cat continued "There is one." She gestured to a picture in the stream. It was of an orange and white she-kit, with kind blue eyes.
"Ripplestar, are you sure?" A light brown tom asked.
"She will be better than any other tom in BreezeClan." Ripplestar replied.
"But at what cost?" A black kit mewed. "Her life? Her mentors life? BreezeClan tradition?"
"Trust Ripplestar." A golden tabby spoke, standing with his tail tip on Ripplestar. "When has she ever led us wrong?" The cats new better than to answer.
A lone call could be heard throughout the cats. "I support you descicion."
The replies trickled in like water across stones.
When all cats had replied, the white cat spoke again. "Very well. Flamekit will be the next Medicine-cat."
