Last one, it's from my AU because I published Waning Moon today and I'm very excited.
Bluelianna raises her head.
He is standing before her; Tigre, the slow, soft-spoken boy, but much older. He stands tall and proud, his shoulders broad and muscled and his brown hair clipped short. One side of his face is shrouded in shadow; the other reveals a strong, handsome jaw and one eye, glowing like a piece of amber in sunlight.
It takes her a moment to realize that a golden diadem laces round his head. The gold shimmers, coming to a steep peak just above his forehead, where sits… a glittering star.
King Tigre, she realizes, and a moment of peace washes over her. Thissel's influence will not be enough to corrupt him totally.
He lowers himself into his throne, the shadowed faces around him tilting toward him like he is the sun.
His subjects respect him, she thinks. He will be a good ruler. She bows too. A successor I can put my faith in. Never once has it wavered; the omnipotence of StarClan. Her tether.