|Shadows Born|--A Warriors Fanfic--|

Prologue

Coldstar stared into the Clearpool.

He sighed. Maybe after this meeting I'll finally decide who to pick--

"Why did you call us here, Coldstar?" An orange tabby spoke, his white tail tip flicked with annoyance and question.

Coldstar turned his head to stare at two tomcats, Flarestar and Whitestar. Of course it had been Flarestar that meowed the question, Coldstar dipped his head in greeting. "You know why, Flarestar." Coldstar hesitated as both dead Clan leaders sat down. "But where's Miststar, I must ask?" Coldstar's ear twitched as he heard another cat reply, a she-cat.

"I'm here you old bag of bones." Miststar sourly mewed.

Coldstar smiled and added with a purr, "I'm glad you still have some spirit in there." His tail brushed Miststar's side as she sat beside him.

"Enough chit chat!" Whitestar hissed loudly, he was as impatient as every other cat. Digging his front claws into the rich soil that surrounded the Clearpool, Whitestar added another hiss. "We need to decide who to give the power to!" 

Flarestar shook his head, "I disagree." He meowed.

The other three leaders exchanged curious looks, even Whitestar stopped clawing the soft grass underneath him.

Flarestar sighed, "we should split the power between cats in every Clan." He brought a white-socked forepaw to his face, giving his muzzle a swift prod.

"Four cats?!" Whitestar yowled, "that's the most rabbit-brained idea ever!"

"I think it's reasonable," Miststar confessed, nodding a little.

Whitestar gasped. "Miststar! How could--"

Miststar interrupted his hiss, "wouldn't it just be easier if we not fight? Then we could each choose a cat we each want!" She finished bitterly; her stare went through Whitestar.

"Well, what do you think, Coldstar?" Whitestar spat at the leader that hadn't joined the cat's argument.

Coldstar nodded, "it's a good idea, Flarestar--" Flarestar glanced up from grooming his chest for a second and smiled. "--and it would be easier to give the power to different cats rather than one individual." Coldstar finished with a flick in his tail.

Whitestar was about to meow something when Miststar came first. "Well, I already know which cat for my clan!"

"And which cat is that Miststar?" Flarestar meowed, shock in his voice. Had Miststar already planned this out?

"Oakpaw of FrostClan!"

Whitestar couldn't hold his amusement, "the medicine-cat apprentice?" Miststar's silver pelt fluffed up angrily.

"What's your ideal cat for the prophecy?" Flarestar interrupted the tense air with a question.

"Well since you insist..." Whitestar pressed, "Maplelegs of SnowClan." He finished. Whitestar's black pelt shown in the falling dusk light.

"Of course, Whitestar picked a warrior..." Miststar grumbled while Flarestar mewed his cat, "well I pick Duckkit of CavernClan!"

"A kit? Why is every leader picking such lemming-brained ideas?" Whitestar cried, his white tail flanked against his side.  

Coldstar continued to stare at the Clearpool, where he, and the rest of StarClan, watched the Clan cats. He sighed loudly, catching the attention of the argumentized cats. Flarestar stood up from his spot, a frown on his face.

"Have you decided on your cat, Coldstar?"

"No," the ex-GlacierClan leader replied.

"No? Why not? Surely there must be some cat good enough!" Whitestar hissed once more.

"Whitestar, there is no cat good enough for the role, I've checked everyone." Coldstar stood up, Miststar followed the stand. "I will decide at the Gathering." He ended, stalking away from the Clearpool. Miststar sighed, her silver tabby tail flicked as she walked away, pelt-brushing, with Coldstar. Flarestar as well padded away, his face still a frown. But he didn't retrace the other leader's paw steps, but he led a different path towards the Sunningcave.

Whitestar stayed after the cats had left, his muzzle a low snarl. Staring into the Clearpool, Whitestar focused on the territory SnowClan dearly lived in.

"Don't worry SnowClan, I'll help you in these times... But first we must destroy the other Clans like we did with DarkClan." Whitestar smirked, his eyes twinkled with a faint evil spark.