Gingerstar's Rising

Prologue

The moon shone brightly overhead, lighting everything around it with a silver gleam. The stars around it are almost as bright.
A dark gray figure pounds through the forest, forcing itself through the dense undergrowth. It pauses once it reaches a large clearing.
Light filtered through the open space, revealing a dark gray tom with even darker markings arranged on his pelt. His dull green eyes seems to be filled with ambition.
"Why have you brought me here?" He demanded with a growl.
A mysterious glowing mist floated down from above, and he could feel chills crawling up his spine. It formed into one singular cat made of white mist.
"Hello, my dearest flower." She whispered softly, staring him right in the eye.
This cat was his mother. He refused to let memories invade his train of thought.
"Well? Why am I here? Is there some great prophecy I must hear?" The tom flicked his tail angrily. "Cause I'm not up for it."
The glowing she-cat took a deep breath. "Worry not. There is no prophecy. At least... Not for you. We come to speak with you on more... Personal matters."
His ears are pinned to the back of his head and he stays silent.
"Go on."
"Alright. Well, we would like to remind you that you have broken the Warrior Code quite a few times, and StarClan hoped you can redeem yourself. We believe you can make a great leader if-"
She's cut off by a furious hiss. "That stupid code? The code that limits all freedom we can have and frightens cats into not making their own choices?"
"You mean the code that has kept the clans in check for many moons?" A new, strong voice questioned.
The voice came from a starry black tom who had just emerged from the clearing. He had a hint of amusement in his bright yellow eyes.
"Greetings, Nightclaw," the gray brute spat, unsheathing his sharp claws, "but do you really think that? A stupid code doesn't keep us in check. Cats don't want the code. They don't need it. I think if a cat disobeys me, their penalty isn't picking fleas from the puny elders, are you crazy? Their consequence shall be horrible, no matter what they did."
"Those 'puny elders' hunt and fought for ForestClan many moons before you were even thought of." The cat now identified as Nightclaw pointed out calmly, and the female next to him nodded with a frown.
"I can't believe I have mothered a tyrant..." She whispered, and with a flick of her tail she exited the clearing without a another word.
The gray tom snorted before Nightclaw sighed.
"Watch where you place your paws, friend. Because I didn't train you to walk this path. Not this one." He padded away, leaving him by himself.
The muscular cat decided he needed to wake up. These ignorant dead cats couldn't stop him from his goals.
No one can.