I have horrible persistance, so time for a one-shot.
The night sky glittered cruelly with millions of tiny stars, the wind hushing the large camp. On one side was sunlight, illuminated by thousands of tiny bugs with four large dens. The opposite side beheld the beauty of night, casting silver moonlight onto the dappled ground. It was there that a ritual was being performed, and nervousness hung in the murky air, with voices staying in the air like shards of ice. A small apprentice was hung at the back, short tail bobbing as he groomed his cream-and-white fur. In less than a second, silence was called; The cat calling all of them together shot daggers down at the gossiping mass.
"Quiet!" she snaps, mousy brown fur split with the power of night and day.
"We know that StarClan wants one of us to go on a quest, and we've procrastinated long enough. Who volunteers?"
No cat withdrew from the crowd, and it was with regret that the leader told the cats that she would choose. One large blue tom stepped forward, eyes glittering with tiny lights and pupils large.
"Owlpaw should do it! That small tail he has would be no loss to us - Not to mention he's a DayClan kit!"
Many cats snickered, and the sneer on the warrior's face was unbearable, though the leader seemed to ponder this, long tail swishing aside the dust landed on the stone. She turned her gaze thoughtfully to the apprentice, her emotions unreadable, and the large amber eyes that Owlpaw held stared back. Wisdom glittered in their depths, and he dips his head.
"I'm sorry, Finchlight, but I don't want to go on the quest." He admits, narrowing his eyes as outrage broke up among the warriors. The black warrior in particular stepped forward, face twisted in a snarl as he stretched his neck to bore his eyes into the young fur of Owlpaw. "Go!" The vision, already poor, that the day-hunter held began to cloud with red before it faded, and it was with great regret he let go of his spirit.
He woke in a clearing matted with silver, and he turned to see a mottled brown tom looking at him with regret in his eyes. Owlpaw stepped forward to embrace his brother, who took a step back. "Owlpaw," he told the cat, "You have to go on the quest. Please, we're all counting on you! For me? For Mottlepaw..?"
It was as Mottlepaw recoiled that the strange words reached the apprentice, who shied away from the ominous sounds.
Day and Night,
Combine your Might,
Hold what is known as fright.
Kin of Ember,
Kin of Light,
Clan of Destiny you shall write.
