Sol paces around the clearing in front of the gathered cats. His tail tickled your nose as he went by, you were in the front row.

"...No cat should just accept what has gone before. StarClan's time is over. These cats are dead, and their spirits have no power over you!” Sol declared, stopping his pacing and raised a paw with claws unsheathed. Determination burned in his pale yellow eyes as yowls of agreement and outrage exploded from the gathered cats, except you…