StarClan's Argument.

At the horizons of StarClan, where the grass turned brittle, the trees shed their leaves, and the patched of earth turned dusty and crumbled, three cats sat. One small, one medium-sized, and one large. The large and medium one were blue-gray, and the smaller one was white, patched with pale gray. All three turned swtunningly icy blue eyes at the horizon.
"Mama," the small one turned its tiny head to the largest of the cats. "Are we going to fade away when the battle comes?" Her voice shook and her eyes were wide with fear.
The medium-sized cat touched his pink nose to his sister's ear. "Mosskit," he mewed softly to the younger cat. "We'll be fine. Our mother and sister and father will be fighting with us."
"I don't know, Stonefur." The largest of the cats still fixed her gaze on the horizon. "Tigerstar is gathering more and more allies the more we wait." She dug her claws into the ground. "I don't know if we'll win or not," she admitted. "But we will do our best, and make sure the Clans survive." Her voice hardened.
Mosskit turned her head to her mother. "Don't forget, we still have The Three in ThunderClan," she pointed out. "They could survive. Ever since Firestar joined us and Hollystar took his place, the Three have been abnormally strong." Her gaze flicked to her brother. "Stonefur, do you remember me telling you about Hollowflight and Minnowtail?"
"That doesn't matter," Stonefur growled, twitching a scarred ear. "Right now we must focus on the battle." "That's what I'm telling you," Mosskit hissed back. "Hollowflight and Minnowtail have the right to be in the Dark Forest, but if we can convince them to come back on StarClan's side, we could be all the stronger for it!"
"But then they will get a death threat! Ever think of that, little sis?" Stonefur snarled, his fur bristling. Mosskit bristled too, making her look extremely fluffy.

"ENOUGH, both of you!" Bluestar's voice was cold as she adressed her kits. "We can't change any of the Dark Forest recruit's opinions," she sighed when her kits had turned ice-blue gazes at her. "But all the same, we have cats who are loyal and strong." Mosskit guessed she was talking about her aunt, grandmother, and great-uncle, born in ThunderClan. She never met her uncle, Thistleclaw, but had seen his shadow flickering in the Dark Forest.
"But The Dark Forest has stronger cats," Stonefur pointed out. His mother silenced him, then turned her back on the horizon.
"We must get back. Oakheart will be worried. Whatever happens, happens. We will win or we will lose. The Clans will be lost or stronger than before. The Three may prevail, for they were chosen by Skywatcher long ago, when Firestar was still alive and the old forest was blooming." She looked to her kits. "Do not tell anyone that we had this talk."