(Sure! Consider the battle over, Shadow. Is she really going to find DarkClan? o.O You guys are very welcome! I made sure everyone got at least one chosen cat. A couple people have more than one, but that's only because there are going to be two in each clan. That's fine, Wolfie. My computer won't show images, either.

I want to kill it, but that would only make things worse. xD)
Gathering
Nightfire sent a seeking flame after Winterfur, hoping to leave a lasting memory scalded into the she-cat's rear end as she was running away like a coward. "Yep, that's my brother. My older brother for once." She padded toward the warped, melting ice.
Nightfall ignored the cat standing outside his ice cage. At this point, it would have been easy to get himself out with no help. He thought he recognized a new voice, as well as a new scent wafting toward him. "Nightfire?" he called, "Is that you?"
Nightfire rolled her eyes. Now her foolhardy brother was going to beg for her assistance. "No, it's Icestar in disguise," she responded sarcastically, knowing that he would recognize her anyway. She focused her powers on the ice cage, drawing the heat across the middle of it. Energy flowed out of the black she-cat until she had to sit down in order to continue. When her eyes reached the other side of the ice, she released her hold on the heat inside of her and watched with weary eyes as the ice cracked open, revealing a black tom with a familiar white star on his forehead. "You're about as far from Icestar as a cat can get." He grinned at her, stepping nimbly out of the broken ice cage.
Leafshadow skipped clumsily over tails to get to the front of the group. He was almost visibly shaking as he made his way to stand beside the other cats that had been called upon. Why did StarClan have to choose him? He was hopeless, powerless, and would be no help against DarkClan. Why not choose another RockClan cat, or a FireClan cat? At least they were useful. A LeafClan cat like himself was condemned to a life of simple hunting. No rigorous powers training for their warriors. They were never called upon for battles, having no truly useful skills. Despite the awful truths layed before him, Leafshadow could not help but have some small hope that he was useful, that he was powerful. His paws itched for adventure beyond the boring LeafClan camp. Maybe StarClan knew that small hope in his heart. Maybe they trusted him to act on that hope. The mottled tom's negativity crashed back down on him, crushing these thoughts.
Then they trusted the wrong cat. I'm hopeless.Whiterunner's eyes widened. He deducted that the names being called were chosen cats from StarClan, but he couldn't understand why he had been chosen. The white tom stepped away from the roots of Centertree anyway, standing next to the other warriors who had assembled there. Whiterunner could see nothing special about himself. He was just a deputy, pledged to follow his leader, protect his clan, and ensure peace and safety for all of PowerClans. It was the same for all other cats with his position. Being skeptical by nature, he wondered what Heathersong had in store for them. He looked up at her, high above him on the Highbranch, and remembered some memories from their younger days. An old flame was rekindled with one gaze upon her lovely form. The RockClan deputy cleared his throat gruffly, returning his eyes to the ground. He still wasn't going to allow himself to fully trust her. Yet.
(I wasn't completely sure of your cats' personalities, Rose, so I just did my best with the little bits I already knew. I like them so far. :3 What do you think?
A seeking flame - which I just made up, by the way - is a small flame FireClan cats use that follows the first living thing they are pointed at until they either run out of fuel or hit their target. Seeking flames are tiny, about the size of a kit's tail. It is very hard to outsmart a seeking flame, although if you outrun it for a long time, it will eventually cool down and disintegrate. I've also just decided that these will be used more in the future. ;D)