Whiskers was a white sleek she-cat with the most hypnotic green eyes you could ever see. The twolegs who owned Whiskers felt lucky to have her. They had her mother and her grandfather too. They kept her sister Ruby as well. Ruby took after her mother, who had pine-red fur and a black tip of fur on her ear. They loved to play with each other that soon even Riley, the twoleg kit, couldn't tell them apart, even if they did look so different. The main difference between the six-moon-old kits was that Whiskers was more adventurous than Ruby. While Ruby preferred to stay close, Whiskers often wondered to the edge of the forest. She didn't take a step in, ever, because there was a rumor that in that forest there were cats who feasted on weak ones and never gave any mercy to anyone.
One day while siting there, a brown she-cat gracefully stepped in front of her. Whiskers jumped, startled; she had been too occupied looking out into the forest to notice the cat. "You look adventurous." The she-cat mewed thoughtfully. "We could use warriors brave like you. I'm Otterstar," The brown she-cat added at Whiskers' puzzled expression. "And I have a proposition for you." (Dun dun Duuuunnnn! That's what Tigerstar said to Scourge, and look what happened to them!) This cat, Otterstar, went on to explain the way of Clan life. Whiskers was fascinated by the idea of StarClan, unlike most cats who would be skeptical about them.
Whiskers looked back. She'd love to go, but she couldn't just abandon her sister like that. "I'm sorry, but I can't leave my sister." She meowed.
"I understand. Go ask your sister if she wants to come. If not-well you'll be welcome to join anyway." Otterstar's eyes narrowed. "Or you can stay to your soft kitty pet life. Meet me here at sun-high with your answer," Otterstar meowed, turning around. Then as swift as the wind, she was gone, leaving Whiskers to ponder Otterstar's offer. Whiskers didn't know what she was getting into.