Third pov

"We've got to do this! It's what the prophecy says!," a cat yowls. The other one growls, their tail twitching.

"Then change the prophecy. Do you know how much destruction will come to the clans if we do this?!"

"We can't change prophecies," the first cat says, their green eyes staring at the one who said to change the prophecy. "They come from the ancient cats, who read it in the stars long before we found our home here. Long before the clans even had their home in the forest."

"Firestar is right, Bumblestripe," a fluffy she-cat says, padding forward. If they could have changed prophecies, imagine where we'd be. If I was never given my powers, who would be living at the lake? The clans, or the Dark Forest?"

Bumblestripe sighs. "I just don't want to see our kin suffer again, Dovewing. They've been through so much. Especially that leaf-bare that brought the greencough."

"Many lives were lost," a large white tom says. "But the clans are still strong, and can take on whatever is thrown at them."

"You're one to say, Blackstar," a brown tom then says, padding into the clearing they were in.

"Welcome Onestar. I'm glad you could make it," Firestar says.

"Not like I had much else to do. Not much to do up here."

"That is because it's for the cats who have deserved relaxation," a ligh-brown tom with a broken jaw says.

"Well, looks like nearly all of us are here now. Where is Crowfeather, Tawnypelt, and Mistystar?," Firestar says.

"I passed by Mistystar a bit ago. She and Bluestar were having a meal together, and she said that she'd be here soon," the tom says.

"How is Buestar, Crookedstar? I know that Oakheart recently left us," Blackstar says.

"She's fine. Heartbroken, but doing better. Sadly, we can't stop the clans from forgetting some of us, but we must move on."

"Well, we still give our support. He was a great brother to you," Onestar says.

"And a great father," Mistystar says, emerging from the brush. She is followed by Tawnypelt and Crowfeather, and they all gather around the small pond.

"It's time for you to go now, Bumblestripe," Firestar says.

Bumblestripe bows his head. "Of course. Good luck. I'll see you later Dovewing," he says.

"Bye Bumblestripe," she says. They touch noses and he bounds off, Dovewing turning back to the pool.

"It's a shame you weren't alive long enough for the kits to be born," Tawnypelt says. Dovewing sighs, looking at the pool.

"Well, be glad that your daughter found such a wonderful mate," Firestar says, laying his tail over her shoulders.

"That is true," Dovewing says. "We should begin. We all know there are a few queens that could kit at any moment."

"Correct. We each need to choose a kit, and that is the kit we will watch over. Let's let Dovewing go first," Mistystar says.

Seventeen little shapes then form, all curled up. Dovewing gazes at them all, and sees one, the smallest, and her ears lay flat. She reaches forward with a paw and touches the image, and the small form disappears, then reappearing directly in front of her.

"I thought you were going to choose one of your only daughter's kits," Crowfeather says.

Dovewing sighs. "Dusklight will be a great mother. I'm just upset that she chose so late to have kits. And if I watched over one of my kin, I would not be able to watch them face danger. This kit meanwhile. It needs a motherly figure. I can sense it's own mother will not be so kind."

"Very wise Dovewing," Onestar says. He then faces the pool. "I'll choose the next one." He looks over the rest of the kits and sees one that was thin, then chooses that one.

Mistystar went next, and chooses a broad-shouldered one. "I'll watch over your daughter's kit, Dovewing." Dovewing nods her head.

Firestar then looks over the pool and chooses a large kit, while Crookedstar chooses one with sleek fur. Blackstar sees a kit that already seemed strong and chooses it. Crowfeather chooses a thin one, and Tawnypelt chooses another broad-shouldered kit. The images disappear, and the chosen ones turn into small symbols, then imprinting themselves onto all the cats' chests.

"Now we just wait," Tawnypelt says, standing. The rest of them also stand, saying farewell before padding off.


Hello readers! If you read the AN in the allegiances, you should get what this is. But I didn't tell you something.

Every once in a while, I'm going to be doing something I call either 'Chapter Challenges' or 'Chapter Quiz'. I'm going to ask you something, and you tell me what you think. Okay? I'm just assuming your nodding, so okay.

The first question is,

Which Starclan cat is guarding/watching over each of the TC guys?

So, answer that if you want to, and if you liked it then follow or favorite and whatever. Hope you are excited for the first chapter! Bye!

Ttyl

-TheRealDigiGal

Btw, the fact that I already have four views on this as of when I'm writing this is astonishing. Didn't expect that XD

(Edit: don't ask why the amounts of kits are different in the prologue and the Allegiances. All will be answered in time)