A red tabby tom with green eyes leaped onto highrock. Rain spluttered on his shoulders. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around the highrock for a Clan meeting!" He yowled. "I am stepping down from being leader. In my place, the deputy and my son, Pikestep will lead you."
"Why, Oakstar?" A gray tabby whispered, who was his mate. "Don't worry, Feathershine, our son will lead you well." Feathershine swished her tail in dismay.
"I'm not getting any younger," Oakstar told her.
"It's just, if you're retiring, shouldn't I?" Feathershine asked.
"No, I'm moons older than you." Oakstar touched his nose to his mate's cheek as he leaped down. "Don't worry."
Pikestep's eyes shone. "I promise to lead you well."
"Pikestep! Pikestep!" The Clan cheered.
"I will escort you to the moonpool!" Emberflame, the medicine cat mewed.
"Thank you." Pikestep dipped his head to her. "At moon-rise, I will lead you!"
Cloudsky peered out of the tunnel. She had heard voices and accidentally stumbled into FlameClan camp. Half of her hoped that some cat would notice her, the other half afraid that they would be freaked out if a shimmering, transparent cat walked into their meeting.
Pikestep and Emberflame started walking towards the tunnel, and the part of Cloudsky that wanted them to see her took over.
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Lone Star
FantasyWhen Cloudsky died, she didn't go to StarClan. Nor the dark forest. ...But free. No one could see, hear or touch her. Except for one. Pikestar, leader of FlameClan understands what it's like to be alone. Join them on a quest to be part of this world...
