Brightstar was first, the callous revolutionary. Her predecessor is lean and wild, and darker than she imagined. Still, he is nothing yet. Third is small and unlearned, a little unhinged, but completely inappropriate to guide the Clan that festers. She is replaced quickly. Rather, she is killed quickly. Fourth is much better. He is a mix of wisdom and insanity; they balance each other out. Thornstar is a glimpse of what will come. He is followed by a brute of a cat, a strategist, a schemer, who builds the foundations of the Clan just a little bit better. He's not a radical, an inventor. He just plays on the work of others. Six lasts a long time. She's instated in her youth and her reign is a little on the quiet side. It's her daughter who replaces her; a beautiful tabby named Lakestar. PureClan prospers. In their eyes, she is a saint. By comparison eight is lacklustre, boring, dull. Oakstar was never meant to mean much. In the shadow of the glowing golden spark that is nine, he drowns.