A/N: Rewritten. I think the chosen are pretty easy to guess, except for the last one: Tommy Chestnut, mentioned in passing in the strip but never seen. I elaborated a bit. ^^
In a moonlit clearing, four cats with stars in their fur sat around a pool, arguing about the future. A large, white tom with black paws snarled. "Firestar, this is ridiculous! You can't expect us to agree to this insanity!"
Firestar, a ginger tom, looked merely worried instead of angry at the tounge-lashing. "Blackstar, you know we must. Otherwise the Clans will be destroyed." One of the remaining two cats, an elderly black and white tom, rasped "Let's get this over with, Firestar."
Firestar stood up and touched his nose to the pool. The water rippled and displayed an image of a Twoleg bed, with a black haired girl, a blonde boy, and two stuffed animals lying in between them. "This is my decision." The rest of the cats present nodded, and Blackstar stood up to make his choice.
He touched his nose to the pool as well, and an image of a dark- haired boy lying in a messy bed in an even messier room appeared. "This is my choice." "That one?" cut in the one cat that had remained silent until then, a tawny golden she-cat with dark spots. "He's a menace. How can you be sure he will not be detrimental to our aims?" "He'll be fine, Leopardstar. I'm sure of my decision."
Tallstar and Leopardstar made their choices, showing in turn a slight, brown haired girl and a twig of a read-headed male.
Firerstar straigtened, and, his words ringing in the still night air, asked "Are you comfortable with your decisions?" The three cats answered as one. "We are." "Then let us lay down the path for the trials to come."
Almost seeming to answer him, a cold wind blew a cloud over the full moon, sentencing the clearing to darkness. When it cleared and the moon finally shone again, the cats were gone.
Stars were walking tonight, in the guise of cats, cats with stars in their eyes and stars sprinkling off their pelts, leaving dew behind. The star-cats each found a house, a window, a room, a person, leaving everything else untouched. And when they found that person, they breathed.
Not everyday breathing, but a breath so full of life, so full of what it meant to be wild and free, it would have driving any ordinary person not in a state of deep sleep into fits, longing for what had once been ours and was now lost to us forever. But these were no ordinary kids, and they were deep into sleep. After the deed was done, the mystical cats slipped out of the houses and returned to the wild freedom of the stars.
The earth turned, and the stars twirled. And then it was day.