Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Redfoot watched with intesnity as the Starry version of the clearing shimmered a bit signalling the approach of the leader. He stepped back from the pool as she formed in front of him. Beside him, eight cats stood with eyes like dim embers and faded pelts that held no stars. Yet despite teh lack of stars,that glowing ember in their eyes radiated their whole body giving a red tint of glowing light. The neither needed nor desired the stars i their pelt. They were not Starclan. They were Hopeclan's new ancestors. "Welcome Willowsong," Redfoot purred once the new leader had completely formed. "Welcome to the ranks of your ancestors. We are not Starclan... We are Spiritclan. We have come here to let you know that Starclan will not guide you. That you and those cats in the clan you will lead are protected by us." He flicked his tail to the cats behind him. There werent the thousands of nameless faces sitting watching a new cat get its leader lives. No there was about a grand total of thirty cats. Each had a name that was remembered. Each with a past and each with the own memories. The only one that didnt seem to belong with its ranks was the starry pelted medicine cat Redfoot. He had lived and walked amongst Starclan and did not give off the glow that these cats did.
"Willowsong. You will now be given your leaders lives and your leader name. You may choose to stick with the warrior code. Or, you may decide with us to make a new code that Hopeclan shall follow." The ginger tom turned to the cat next to him. It was Duststep. The tabby tom stepped in front of Willowsong and stared deeply in to her eyes with his glowing firey ones.
"You have a brave soul. Beware of the dangers around you though. Dont sacfrice yourself stupidly. I say these things in order that you may learn and become wise." The glowing tabby leaned forward and touched noses. Life burned from him in to the she cat he had before him. When he pulled away he looked drained but his life now resided in her as well. The tom turned and joined the ranks of the others. A new cat stepped forward. Her eyes glowed with the same fire that Duststep's had. Yet outlined in the red glow was a white pelt with soft ginger patches.
"Willowsong," she mewed warmly, "I am Heatherfrost. I see the courage in your eyes and i know you will not lead your clan astray. Be kind to them, even those who are troublesome. I say these things in order that you may learn and become kind." She touched noses with the she cat and her life drained in to Willowsong as well. Many more cats by the names of Blacknose, Cherrywish, Sparrowfur, Bluepath, Opalwind, and Morningsky stepped up and gave their lives to her. Each had advice to give but all ended nearly the same way, 'I say these things so that you may learn and...' The last to step forward was Redfoot. A warm grin spread across his face as he stood in front of the she cat.
"And now Willowstar," he placed emphasis on her knew name, " I give you your ninth and final life. You have endured harsh lives flowing in to you. Your trials shall make you strong. Dont not cling to old ways, take advantage of change. I say these things so that you may learn and thrive for generations to come." He pressed his nose to hers tenderly and let the life of Starclan flow out of him. The stars faded from his pelt and an inner fire pulsed to life. When he pulled away he opened up eyes of green fire and a proud honest smile  spread from ear to ear. He glowed as one of their ancestors now.

Willowsong...no, Willowstar, stumbled lightly, feeling the force of two different sets of ancestors flow through her. She looked around and her eyes brimmed with gratitude, to Redfoot especially. "Thank you, Redfoot, for not giving up on us and giving us our own ancestors. And thank you, SpiritClan, for watching over us too. I promise you, I will not fail." She dipped her head, and stumbled again lightly, as the scene around her faded, bringing her back to the Mirrorpool. She felt much stronger as she awoke, more wise than she had been before, and she knew that SpiritClan stood beside her. She could almost feel Duststep and Redfoot by her side, as if promising they would always hold her up when she needed it.

"Come Lunardream! Let's go home and tell everyone the good news!" she turned and bounded out of the hollow, running with all the speed of the wind. Faster...faster! Not fast enough! She kept pushing, tearing her claws into the ground, racing for home. As soon as she reached it, she skidded into the hollow that was their camp and with her remaining momentum leaped onto the Highrock. "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting!" She yowled loudly, to the stars.

Fireclaw was nearly scared right out of his fur when he heard his leader come trampling back in to camp. His bright amber eyes opened with a hint of suprise and shock in them. With the adrenaline he had just recieved he was up and out of the den faster than he would have ever been before. He stared up at where their leader now stood. The stars were beginning to fade from the and small pink lines made their way across the sky to show a new day was dawning. It was the beginng of Hopeclan's future. With Willowstar's figure boldly standing out against this perfect background it was almost symbolic. Their future was just dawning and Willowstar would lead the way.