"Momma momma, hurry up! The striped tabby is fighting the silver one!" a kit mewed, as two lean cats swiped claws at each other. "This...is...my...finch! Catch your own prey!" The silver cat hissed. "Aspen, stop, just let him have it-" one cat began, but he was drowned out by the surrounding cats yowls of approval.
"Do you give in yet?" Aspen declared, the finch in his jaws. "Never," the silver tom answered. Just as he was about to land another blow on his head a starry cat appeared. "Aspen! Brook! Stop it now!" Their jaws fell open. "B-b-but... you died! How have you returned to us?" Brook shook his head, trying to understand. "I was killed by one of your stupid skirmishes, but now I live with Starclan." The two cats now sat at full attention to the cat, bowing their heads silently in respect for their dead mother. "Dove..." the tabby began, but trailed off. "Enough. The fights end now. Aspen and Brook will each lead a clan in their name. Cats in favor of forest hunting, go with Aspen to Aspenclan. Those in favor of the river's prosperities, allow Brook to lead you in Brookclan."
Many moons passed. The battles were long forgotten, borders were established, and the cats ate well. Gatherings were also set in place. Brookstar and Aspenstar, the two brothers now proudly led their clans. For once there was peace.
