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[LupTacco]

The world had been so dark, so confusing. To be up in the ancestor's domain, and yet to have no path to follow- it would have frightened many. But for Frost, it was an adventure into truly unknown territory. They hadn't known if they'd be able to find their way back to some other place of the stars, or if they would be lost in the sky forever. Their patience and bravery paid off, though- and, as they had suspected from their visions, there were others here, too. Such unusual names, and so oddly divided despite their unity in death. The ghostly tortoiseshell queen had even befriended one of the other, new ancestors quickly, and now that their descendants had arrived on the outskirts of the clans, it was time for a message. Tapping her tail on her companion's side, they made their way into the dreams of their living friends. Frost roused the spirit of Screech of Mighty Eagle, as Shadow of Falling Leaves would be speaking to other ancestors soon anyway. Daisytail of the clan cats reached out to Snakeleap and Feathercrest in MothClan- oh, wouldn't they be surprised to see some old MistClanner in a dream!

Waiting for each of them to 'wake up' in StarClan's ever-warm hunting grounds, Frost and Daisytail sat side by side patiently. Once each was awake, the former tribe queen padded forward to address the three, "Screech, and Snakeleap and Feathercrest. Shadow will know this, too, in her own time if she does not already- you are all here because the Tribe of Ancient Roots must change. Our home is dust and rumbling noise, but you will find a new one in the hills, past the waterfall and the forest, hidden under the ground like the bear in winter. When we first came here, we fought with those who will be our neighbors because we could not see eye to eye. This must change for the survival of our tribe- of our clan." Backing up slightly, she flicked her tail towards the grey and white she-cat behind her to beckon her forward.

Daisytail, looking more like a seasoned warrior than a grizzled, whitened-with-age cat as she had been in her last moons of life, padded forward with a warm smile. "Frost has told me so much about your old ways- though you'll be changing them soon, remember to tell those stories still. Every clan has a unique history, and you'll do well to carry it on. But!- we're here to help you settle in," with a small, laughing purr, she gestured to the two MothClan cats. "Screech already knows his destiny- he will be Screechstar, the first leader of your clan, with nine lives to guide it for as long as he is able. But, you two must be so confused! I've spoken to many of your former clanmates- you would not believe how hard it is to get Mothstar to give you the time of day- and to the two first leaders, Ivystar and Miststar. Snakeleap, you will train as Shadow's medicine cat apprentice- your strength of personality will bring stability to a fledgling clan. And you, Feathercrest, will be its deputy, using your quick wits and your faith in the stars to help Screech keep control in the change to our ways." She chuckles nervously, "That was a bit, huh? Are you all with us so far?"

aurala + firefly + M'Lady

[M'Lady]

To say Snakeleap was surprised to wake up in Starclan... Well, that was a bit of an understatement. His pale eyes glowed with irritation at the sudden and unexpected meeting, but otherwise kept his features schooled as his father taught him how. He glanced around quietly, feeling the fur around his neck bristle as he noticed a tribe cat. Were their ancestors crazy? Didn't they know how badly the tribe wrecked the clans, and now they wanted to join them? No wonder why old Mothstar wouldn't give them the time of day, he was killed by the tribe cats, and now they wanted to steal their land away from them? A low growl sounded in Snakeleap's throat, but he otherwise stayed silent until the all too cheerful Starclan cats finished their little speech. His strength of personality, huh? He'd show them just how strong his personality was!

A snarl ripped from the young toms throat, as he set his pale eyes into a vicious glare. "Are you laughing about this?" His tail lashed in his anger. Did Starclan really know about his temper, or were they more absent in their lives than he realized? "You want me to give up my life as a warrior, for the clan I was born in, to go serve as some medicine cat apprentice for the cats that killed my clanmates?" Though he didn't dare make a move against a Starclan cat, his claws dug into the soft earth of the mystical territory. "Don't act so cheerful giving me a task that no sane warrior would ever accept." Snakeleaps growl was still low, but biting, scalding. Other than this, he said no more, casting his gaze to the ground. Did they really think it would be so simple? So easy? Damned ghosts, they knew nothing.

[Firefly]

Feathercrest awoke in surprise, realizing he was not in his home territory anymore. His gaping mouth and wide eyes soon transformed into shining, admiring orbs and his maw was turned up in a smile. By Starclan, he was having a vision!
Feathercrest strode up to the glittering inhabitants of Starclan's sparkling home, listening closely to their words. It appeared that two cats were here to deliver some sort of prophecy, or vision.... one, Daisytail, was a Mistclan warrior who had served them for a long time. He hadn't even known she'd passed. The other had a striking resemblance to his own physical shape, and he found it rather intriguing as so few cats he knew shared this resemblance, save a couple of cats he had known a while ago, who were now going their own way. Feathercrest pondered as to what gave the cat such an unusual muzzle shape like his and boiled it down to them not being from the same area of the clan.

Feathercrest sat and listened to the Starclan warrior's words very carefully, in shock and disbelief at what he was hearing. The tribe is going to become a clan, Rootclan? Well, that explains that she-cat's appearance. He wondered for a moment if he possibly had tribe blood in him at one point... it would give an explanation to his appearance and... him becoming deputy of this "new clan" that was to come. But no, he had joined Mothclan as a loner... He couldn't remember his kithood well enough to confirm that. As far as he knew he was born in a twoleg barn.
But.. H-Him, of all cats... deputy? Upon further thought, the silver tom didn't think he would be a bad deputy... 
Then suddenly, to his left, he noticed that a fellow Mothclan cat, Snakeleap, had lashed out upon hearing the words Starclan presented towards him. Feathercrest wanted to tell him off, but couldn't find the right words for it. He quietly muttered, "Stop that." Under his breath, casting a harsh glance at the tom. 
"Thank you, Starclan." He bowed. "If this is your will, I will do my best to fulfill your expectations. Thank you for granting me the opportunity to assist in the dawn of a new clan. My loyalties will belong to Rootclan and you. I promise I will not let you, or my new leader, down." Feathercrest's eyes glimmered with hope, hope for the future, hope that his new leader felt the same way, hope that Snakeleap would feel the same way he did. He took a good look at his new leader, noticing that he was not from here.
"A tribe cat, correct?" Feathercrest commented quietly, somewhat embarrassed about his joyous speech earlier "Screech, correct? I hope this isn't invading or anything, but have you received your nine lives yet? May I call you Screechstar?" 

[M'Lady]

The nerve of this warrior. If they hadn't been before a Starclan cat, Snakeleap would've leaped and torn his throat out. Nevertheless, his claws dug deeper into the warm earth as he immediately flipped his attentions from the Starclan cat to his so called clanmate.

"Don't you speak to me, traitor." He hissed through his teeth, pale eyes narrowed in annoyance. "You wouldn't know anything about loyalty, would you? Sounding so eager to leave your family again!" His tone was scathing, almost as deadly as fierce silvery claws. His parents had taught him well, his temper was a sharp edged sword whether it was physically or vocally, and he knew right where it would hurt. "I don't care if it's a mission from Starclan, you don't know how much blood the tribe spilled of our family!"

A heathen, that's what Feathercrest was. Left before the battles, abandoning his kits, and returned afterward when countless warriors and apprentices were dead. His burning eyes gave the warrior another sharp look, before turning his attention back to the Starclan cats, lashing his tail in his annoyance.
"I'm loyal to Starclan, but I will not make it easy for this new clan. You are forcing me from my home, my family, to a place where I would walk among those who've never known the Code. Are you telling me there is no other alternative?"