Enemy/Three

our past we can't recapture

it's over, and it's done

no way to recover time

all those days are gone

This is the story of the council. This is how it begun.

SEVEN LEAF-BARES AGO

"You don't control the Divisions!" A voice. Coming from the darkness. A pitch-black night. Snow on the ground. No birds. No mice. Just.. a voice, and the silence that followed.

"You don't either!" Another voice. This time, higher. Higher pitched, and higher above. Look above, lurking in the trees, a figure's outline.

"I control my Division, and that is that!" The first voice shouts again. The other two voices choose not to express themselves, to keep their thoughts and ideas balled up.

"Why do you think I said I control them?! I don't, okay? Now stop bossing me around, I, unlike you three idiots, have things to do!"

"You little-"

"Stop." The third voice is calm, finishing and soothing. "We control our own Divisions."

"Liar!" The second voice shrieks at the third. "He trying to control all of us!"

"Because us on our own sends us hurling into chaos!"

"Stop." The third voice says again, and the silence rings in the air for a moment.

"We should make a Council," says the fourth voice, a soft, dreamy voice. The suggestion hangs there. It came out of nowhere. The others are stunned. "You know, so nobody fights over territory and prey. They could decide everything."

"Aren't the point of Clans to be independent, Eaststar?" snapped the second voice.

"Stop being so cold, Northstar! Let her speak!" hissed the first voice.

"Like you are any better, Southstar!" Northstar retorted, the little moonlight there was catching her icy blue eyes.

"I know some cats that are really smart. About stuff we don't even know about! Science! Math! Technology!" the fourth cat - Eaststar rambled. "Don't you think it would be nice if we knew what the twolegs knew? Northstar, Southstar, Weststar, please?"

Silence.

Silence.

More silence.

"We could try it." Weststar says. Southstar nods.

"No! Don't you see? This is why the East Division is so insane! They listen to ramblings like hers!" shouts Northstar, her hackles raising. She storms off.

"The first meeting of the MountainClan Council is tomorrow at moonrise!" chirps Eaststar, and the cats all go their seperate ways.