"Flowerleaf is right," the cat said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. All the cats were too stunned to speak. "I will tell you what to do." But Shadeleaf hardly heard. She was back at that horrible night, where her mother, Dovewing, had died.They were standing on a moonlit slope. Dovewing sniffed the air and sighed. It was beautiful, just her and Shadeleaf out here. "I love you," Dovewing whispered to her daughter. But just then, there was an inexplicable, blinding flash of light. She was clinging to the side of the gorge, her eyes wide with fear. Shadeleaf bounding over, crying out, but too late... "Riverclan," it said, "from this moment on until you return you shall be known as Ravenclaw." The Riverclan cats were silent. "Windclan," she continued, "will be known as Hufflepuff." The Windclan cats looked slightly confused. "Shadowclan, I name you Slytherin." "And Thunderclan," now she smiled, "You will be Griffindor. You leave immediately." The cats milled in confusion. "Wait," I cried, running to the starry cat, as the world began to fade. "Mother," I said, the word tasting odd from disuse. "I still love you, more every day, little leaf." said Dovewing, and the world exploded in light. Just a note: I made the Clan-House inference myself, but I own nothing else. Thanks!
Sunpool was shaking me. "Shadeleaf," she whispered. "Snap out of it!" I sat up. "Where's that cat?" I said quickly. "Right there, silly," she replied. I turned back to her just as she began to say something important. "So, you must become Twolegs for a time, if you want to save the forest." There was a gasp from all assembled. "Why should we listen to you?" Snarled Nightmoon, a hostile Windclan queen. "Don't bother, if you'd prefer to remain here and rot away." Nightmoon sank back, claws still unsheathed. There was a tense feeling in the air.
