Chapter Three: The Gusty Night

A black tomcat's stone-like gray eyes scanned the treeless side of the horizon for any signs of commotion. He stood up, ready to walk away as he smelled no foreign scents or heard no voices carried by the soft wind.

But then the shapes came. They were small and ever-so-slowly coming. Reedstar let out a yowl of warning so the camp would hear- it was nearby. In a few moments, cats (including Skysong) came to stand beside Reedstar, watching the figures come.

Then they began to trot, then run, and sprint- their pelts and faces came into view in spite of the sun shining on their backs, not their fronts.

WindClan.

Crowfeather and his Clanmates, coming to attack. But they looked so weak…

Reedstar halted them merely with his paw. As Crowfeather violently (but weakly) clawed his shoulder, Reedstar pushed him down while NightClan pushed what was left of WindClan down, pinning WindClan so they would not escape.

"We don't want to hurt you- there's a peace treaty," Reedstar said. "I know you want your land back, but you lost the battle. And I know the code is against driving a Clan out, but StarClan obviously agreed with it, because at the gathering that the stakes were settled at, no clouds covered the moon."

Crowfeather's face showed confusion. "What gathering? Wait a minute! I remember!" His face became angry. "CLOUDS COVERED THE MOON BACK THEN, YOU BUMBLING-!"

Reedstar smacked him with a sheathed paw. "CAN'T YOU REMEMBER? IT WAS AFTER THE GATHERING."

Crowfeather's POV, flashback

He turned upon feeling a tail on his. "Reedstar?" He hissed. "Go away-"

Reedstar hissed at him. "Shut up and listen. The stakes for the battle are: You lose the fight, you lose your land. You win the fight, we leave. Basically, the winner gains or continues control of NightClan, and the loser Clan gets driven out."

Reedstar's POV again, "present"

Crowfeather groaned in annoyance. "Then can we at least stay on the outside border of the Clans? Away from the scents? We promise to stay off."

Deep in the crow's eyes was a spark of truth being murdered with infinite claws and fangs.

Mysterious ending… I wanted to write more, but didn't know what to write.

I have an idea! This can be a two-part. Have a cookie! (::)

Chapter Four: A Crow's Feather and a Pelt of Breeze

Crowfeather's POV

The moonpool was so beautiful- Crowfeather nearly fell in love.

He was here with his son tonight because there wasn't a medicine cat left to travel with him, according to tradition.

"Breezepelt, I'll be sure to name you my deputy."

He merely nodded, and both licked the pool water. Shivering from its coolness, they floated through a wormhole into sleep.

Fog.

All the crow saw was fog while the breeze stirred it around. Clumps of fur and groups of black feathers were faintly seen through the fog.

It cleared, and three cats came up to him- all unrecognizable.

The first was a beautiful silver she-cat with eyes like the night sky- her pelt shone like stars, as all StarClan cats' should. "Welcome to StarClan, Crowfeather. We understand you will do a great job as leader, but your evil intentions block us from granting you all nine lives. You will receive three."

Only three? Better than one, I suppose.

She padded up to him. "My name is Silverpelt- yes, I am the night sky, Crowfeather. Look to me every chance you get, for I'll guide you like a mother does her kit." Her nose met his. "I give you a life of guidance and defense. Use it to seek help and aid when needed, not wanted."

The next cat came up, a small gray tom with darker stripes. "Greetings, Crowfeather. My name is Smallstone." His brown eyes gleamed as he granted a life to the soon-to-be leader of WindClan. "For this life, you receive strength. Use it to prove you're strong enough to defend… But don't abuse this power, for a caw is mightier than a scratch."

The last cat approached him, a lithe white she-cat with eyes the boldest blue, eyes that copied the lake, and a scent that saddened Crowfeather- it smelled of snowy mountains and long-forgotten stories- it had smoke in it as well, but the boldest scent he found was that of the snow. Half a moment of seeing a snowy mountain covered Crowfeather's vision.

She looked at him, ancient memories swimming in her eyes, mountain peaks covered in white beauty, hawks and eagles soaring above the cold paradise. "My name is Delicate Petals. I guess you can smell the mountains on me. My story is a long one, Crowfeather. Yours will also be." The smell grew stronger as she padded up to him to give him his last life. "I give you a life of trust and loyalty. Use it to follow your friends to the ends of the earth, no matter what they do to you."

A face passed through her eyes as she turned back, one Crowfeather knew she longed for. It was a pale gray face with young features. Without knowing the tom's name, it entered his mind.

Dew Eagle. They're mountain cats. Tribe cats.

The three cats' voices multiplied into infinite as they chanted the black tom's new name.

"Crowstar! Crowstar! Crowstar!"

Before he awoke, one moment of an entire lifetime flashed through his mind. He woke up breathing wildly.

"So," Breezepelt's voice was like one's when they teased someone for liking another. "That Delicate Petals cat was pretty, wasn't she?"

Crowstar didn't answer and turned to walk to camp. Breezepelt shrugged and followed his father.

Who were they? Dew Eagle and Delicate Petals. Was there a prophecy?

A voice was barely heard through the wind.

Seven chosen,

Five will be gone.

The other two's bond will be broken.

Squeal :) Wow! I'm sorry for not uploading! Motivation is hard to come by. For a moment, I thought I was writing for Dew Eagle's Wish, kek! Well, stay tuned for more.