Prologue: Rage's Story Part 2

Prologue: Rage's Story Part 2

     With Rage in the lead, all kinds of predators vanished from the mountains, the forest, the moors, and the plains overnight.  The cats were the most feared race of all the animals in the area.  And Rage hadn't lead them alone.  He has met a young, strong she-cat named Maple, and they had four healthy kits.  But one day, many cats including Rage, Maple, and their kits died of a mysterious cause.  Rage's body had never been found.  The cats mourned from their loss, and had fallen into chaos.  On the sunrise after their vigil, Spottedleaf appeared.  "It is time to begin your clans,"  she said.
     All cats looked up.  "Since you are such a big group, you will be divided into the Northern Clans and the Southern Clans.  I have sent omens to eight cats that will lead them.  You know who you are, please step forward," Spottedleaf said.  Eight cats stepped up.
"I will start with the Southern Clan leaders.  Please state your name and describe your clan," Spottedleaf said as she stepped back, and looked towards a brown she-cat.
 "I am Flow," she said.  "I am honored to be the chosen leader of BrookClan.  We will live by a river and enjoy fish as our meals.  If you love fish and swimming consider this clan,"  Flow stepped back.
"I am Feather,"  a dark gray tom said.  "I will lead OwlClan.  We will be a wise clan that lives in the pine forest, and will dine on anything we feel like.  We will lurk in the shadows and let nothing overcome us," Feather said and stepped back.
"I am Dusk,"  a dark brown tom said.  "I am proud to soon lead NightClan.  We will roam the forest and eat mice, voles, birds, and never go hungry with our options,"  Dusk stepped back.
A strong looking tan she-cat stepped up.  Her eyes met the crowd.  "I am Fox," she said with a daring smile.  "I will soon lead WhisperClan.  We shall roam the moors and catch rabbits and be the fastest clan of them all.  With my strong leading and and cats cooperation, we will be the best clan of them all," she said.  "Alright, so there you have it," Spottedleaf said.  "Those are half your options.  Now for the Northern Clan leaders," she said, and turned to the other remaining leaders.
"I am Stream," a silver tom said.  "My clan will be similar to Flow's.  We will eat fish, swim by the river, and live by it.  The main difference is that we'll live by a lake as well, to expand our fishing areas.  Also, I am not as strict as Flow, to be honest, but I will try my best to lead CreekClan to victory,"  he said, and stepped back.
Next, a rough looking tom stepped up.  He had a scar by his left eye.  "I am Wolf," he said, scanning the crowd.  I shall lead DeathClan to be the best it can be.  Please don't be alarmed by the name, we will be a kind clan but tough towards enemies.  Think of the reaction strange cats would get when we tell them our clan name!" Wolf said and stepped back.
A small, slender she-cat stepped up.  No doubt about it, she was the runt of her litter.  "I am Ivy," she said.  "I will lead StormClan to be all it can be.  We will have wise strategy in all we do," she said, and stepped back.
At last, a flaming orange tom stepped up.  All eyes locked on him.  "I am Flame," he said.  "I will lead a clan called FireClan as long as I live.  We will be strong and brave and fierce.  Please consider us as your clan," As soon as Flame stepped back, a cheer went through the crowd.  It was time to choose their permanent clan.