A silhouette, a trick of the light, stands still as stone, an absence of the fluttering silver starlight. He seems an object, though his body is evidently able to move as it will; but how could it be a person, for two long- well, all they could be described as were abnormalities, as wings. Huge feathers, long as an arm, only ruffled quietly, and it was the only telling of his being alive. His chest scarcely rose, scarcely fell.

And then he moved.

It wasn't life-changing, for those who saw him could have sworn he never moved at all, such were his movements. And then he was off- yes, the wings worked, and it was the first time they had done so in what had seemed eons. He was gone, still barely moving but for his wings, flapping every few seconds or so. It was then the moonlight caught him in its silent trap; the wings, thought black, shone with thousands of tawny feathers, his hair shining white and his eyes flashing a gently-coloured blue.

"Hello?"

His voice had evidently not been used, and yet it was still smooth as the sky, unweathered by the moons, the years he had obviously been standing there, a statue of the stands.

"Is anyone there?"

It warbled across the large stone court, calling, calling.

No, nobody heard, for the tawny-winged boy was alone, and so he landed less than gracefully, and the mirage was broken. He stumbled after a sharp exhalation of air and the wind let out a pitiful cry, whistling past his ears. His face contoured into a scowl and he pulled his icy gaze over it. No, I'm alone. He should have been relieved, and yet… His big entrance had been for nothing.

His eyes rolling, he continued swiftly, his step bounding and long, and bent down until his hands aided his careful continuation forward. Time seemed to slow as his body shortened and strange, coarse cream-patterned hair grew around his changing body. His nose grew forward and a long tail peeked from beneath his pants, and then there was a sudden silence, ringing as the wind pushed around the creature.

It was a small cat, patterned with strange markings, sitting with a meek glint in his eyes and his figure still as stone.

"I'm coming," he meowed, his voice weathered in this new form.

"I'm coming," he repeated again, and let his white-tipped paws slide from under him as his small body collapsed.

ALLEGIANCES

RiverClan

LEADER:

Hazestar: a long-furred brown she-cat with stunning gray-and-blue eyes.

DEPUTY:

Vixenbreath: A red-and-black pointed she-cat with wide green eyes and long black socks.

MEDICINE CATS:

Brokensight: A fluffy brown tom with blue-and-yellow eyes and a long scar running down the yellow one.

Moonwhisker: Gray-blue tom with black ears and tail and blue eyes.

WARRIORS:

Beegaze: Black she-cat with ginger rings around tail and amber eyes.

Whisperstripe: White tom with blue eyes.

Salmonjaw: Red she-cat with green eyes and a scar down her chin.

Mottledeyes: Mottled she with multi-coloured eyes.

Shadeleap: Black-and-gray striped tom.

Swanfur: Calico she-act with amber eyes.

Larktail: Red tom with golden eyes.

Woodenfoot: Brown tom with gray eyes.

Tearclaw: Silver tom with blue eyes

APPRENTICES:

Pidgeonpaw: Cream-and-white tom with amber eyes.

Driftpaw: Brown she-cat with green eyes.

QUEENS/KITS:

Streamstone: Gray she-cat. Expecting.

ELDERS:

Halfstripe: Black tom with a scar cutting off a stripe running down his back.