I don't need any cats! I will put whatever I need what I'm doing in the summary. I might add cats on later, and they will be those that have already been submitted, but I am NOT taking any more clan cats at the moment. I am looking for a few rouges/ kittypets though. I will not accept more than 7. The first 7 that are submitted will be used and all I need is a name/ appearance. One person cannot submit more than 1 rouge/ kittypet!

A fluffy white tom walked out from the side of a clearing. He sat beside a small pool. He touched his paw to the water and an image of a cat sleeping appeared through the ripples. "He is my choice. He is skilled enough to learn the skills of the other cats."
"What makes you so sure of that?" The cats sitting on the edge of the clearing gasped as a large, black tom with a white tail walked out of the woods.
The white tom sat there calmly, but clearly scared. "Deathstar," he whispered. Deathstar sat beside the fluffy cat at the pool and looked him in the eye.
"Answer me. I must approve of these cats if you do not want havoc to wreck your old home and descendants. So, Whitefeather, why this cat?"
Whitefeather looked the large tom in the eye. He was almost half the size of Deathstar. Whitefeather wasn't considered small or anywhere near small for that matter. "I choose Acornwing because he already has all of the skills. He can use hunting skills on other cats and he is quick when he hunts. I know that he relies on the undergrowth mostly, but he will learn quickly. That is why Acornwing is the first cat to be chosen no matter your opinion!" the white tom snarled.
"Fine then. I see why you chose him. He will receive a dream tonight."

The white tom nodded and walked back to his spot on the edge of the clearing. The next cat to come up was a tortoiseshell she-cat. She sat beside the pool and touched her paw to it. The cat that appeared looked very similar to the cat that had touched the pool.
Deathstar looked at the image with a sense of disapproval. "I don't think that this is a good idea Flamewing."
"I know that she will do what she needs to. She is strong, loyal, and cares for others. There is nothing else that I look for in a cat. She will do this for her clan if she knows what is at stake. I would know."
The large black tom huffed. "Fine. But you must remember what is at risk here. She could be the cat that our prophecy talks about. You never know."
"I am aware of what is at stake with this. But she will do this. I also ask that I can be the one to send the message to her. She is more likely to listen to her mother." Deathstar nodded and Flamewing walked back to her spot.

This time, a young, gray tom walked up. He looked tiny next to the enormous leader. He touched his paw to the water and the last sleeping cat appeared. "I choose him. He needs to learn to take risks, be himself, and to stand up for what he wants. He won't give up. I know it."
"Amberpaw is a good choice because he needs to learn, but he has to be able to learn quickly enough. I know that you have faith in him and that is why I agree Heatherpaw." The little she-cat smiled and ran back to her spot.

Deathstar rose to his paws. "Now, send the prophecy to those that have been chosen! Send it before the night comes to an end and wish them luck upon their journey!" The surrounding Starclan cats cheered and then ran into the forest to go about their usual ways. Deathstar was about to leave when a little kit ran up to him.
"Wait! You need a fourth cat! There will be a problem that only that cat can solve. I saw it before I died and joined you. I don't know the cat that sent it to me, but I trust them. It was horrible. I saw the clan dying. Don't let that happen to my siblings. To my mother. To my father. To their friends and family. You have to trust me!" the little kit squeaked.
"Tinykit, I don't know," Deathstar replied as he looked down on the kit. She was so small that she could easily fit in one of his huge paws even though she was a moon old. The little she-cat ran over to the pool and poked it with her paw.
"This is the cat that can save them all. I remember her. She will grow into a hero if she gets the chance. If she doesn't go, she will never feel important and she will only cause pain to herself and that will end up hurting others. Please!"

"Fine Tinykit. You mustn't tell any other cat, Stormclan or Starclan, about this. I will send the sign for you are to young. You must go back to your family now, before they start to worry," Deathstar whispered.
Tinykit nodded and purred, "Thank you!" She rubbed up against the huge tom and then ran away, back into the woods.