Tremblestorm stared up at the Great Rock, waiting for the leaders to begin. She shifted her body closer to Torrentwind. She pulled Spottedkit out and put her on her front paws again, keeping a close watch on her. But all the little kitten did was wriggle free and sit on her father's paws. Tremblestorm laughed quietly, seeing her daughter hide behind Trrentwind's leg to stay dry, while peeking out to watch.

Spottedkit had her tiny pink tongue between her teeth in a bemused smile as her mother pulled her away and put her on her paws. She snorted indifferently, but crawled away all the same. She leaned against Torrentwind's leg, her eyes still slits, watching but keeping dry.

Talonkit stared up at the stormy skies. The dark grey clouds milled about overhead, so much like the cats below. Suddenly his small eyes widened and he let out screech of terror. He was out in the open, he saw a bright bolt of lightning flash above him, followed instantly by a booming roar of thunder. He did not, however, shy away. The rain parted the fur on his face as he stared into the sky, touching his unblinking eyes. His broad shoulders straightened, and he flicked his tail before padding slowly over to sit beside his mother, his head held high as though it was him who was deputy, not her. "Momma, when will the meeting start?" he complained loudly to Mossflower.

The tom-cat shifted uneasily in the shrouded darkness, watching the proceedings with a veiled, guarded expression. He was waiting and waiting for someone. If they didn’t come, then he was going to very much have a bone to pick with StarClan that he’d take up this instant. Their Clans were dying, their lands uprooted and flooded and devoid of any form of life other than the cats that walked, gaunt and horror-stricken across their plains. Duskstar was the leader of ThunderClan, but if they did not find some way to cope with the harsh change to their land, than there would be no Clan for him to lead anymore. He thought nothing of his own life, but merely for the life of every cat that he looked at every single day when he woke up. Not to mention the lives that his mate carried in her belly. Or Siegefire’s kittens, by Bleedingsoul. None of them deserved to die, to be lost, to have absolutely no life. And he would make sure that they lived.

“Rainstar, where are you?” he whispered to the darkness, angry with both himself and with StarClan. If they did not show up soon, then the cats would most likely leave and their chance would be shot. Two leaders were present, and apparently, one had not been chosen yet for WindClan, but they had someone up there, in their stead. It wasn’t until he felt a breath on his shoulders that he turned his eyes once from the cats gathering amongst the trees.



Rainstar smirked at Duskstar, the rookie leader as always worrying. “Are we doubting me, Duskstar?” she asked loudly against the wind, a cackle in her voice. She was strong and tall, proud and haughty, and every bit an honest leader and a rogue by birth at once. If there was anything that Rainstar had not lost in her days that she had been leader of ThunderClan, it was her knack for always looking like a common warrior. “Come. It’s time for us to show ourselves. And it’s time for the Clans to realize that their forest is not their home anymore.”



Duskstar stared at the she-cat, then merely dipped his head and followed her as she walked into the clearing and amongst the other cats. He leapt upon the Great Rock, watching her settle just in front of it, a place where deputies normally sat to watch the crowd of the gathering. Unfortunately, she was not here merely as a cat. She was here as a StarClan warrior. And nothing that he thought and nothing that he said, could make her words mean less than they did. As much as he wanted them to be false, he knew in his heart of hearts, that is was true. He glanced at Mottleface, as well as Verminsoul and Riverstar. Unusual cerulean eyes gaze uncertainly out at the crowd of cats. He knew what was coming along.



It was time for the Clans to lean that they were no longer welcome there. There was a land, a land quite a ways away unfortunately, that was the perfect land for them. Away from two-legs, away from cars and kittypets. There were reasons why the Clans lived as they did, and thankfully, they’d be able to get back to the ways that things had once been, before they had accepted loners, rogues, and kittypets into their lands and into their homes. It was good to set the blood apart, but when too much mixing happened, things changed. Now, as Rainstar stood at the head of the base of the Great Rock, the seriousness of the matter entered her dark gaze. She allowed herself only one moment – to search out the she-cat that appeared so much like her, bared her name, and carried a section of her soul inside her. Once she had spotted Rainpaw, she smiled, and then howled for silence.

“Cats of the forest, lend me your ears!” she cried, her voice mixing with the crescendo of thunder, and lightning flashed angrily in the dark sky. The heavens sobbed large tears of rain and she stood, a towering she-cat, angry to the core.