Here, have another story:

(Yes I know its poop. It'll get better later I promise)

"I'll always know the truth!"

"I-I'm sorry I have to leave you…"

Those were the first words he ever heard.

"Where am I?!"
"This isn't Starclan…"

Warmth.

They all felt the warmth.

They also felt the two, stiff cold bodies beside them.

"Wait… Smokeshade?!" One of the voices 'meowed'.

"S-Softlight? What?" A sigh was heard. "That doesn't matter now. We have to figure out what happened."

"I know what happened. I died, you must have too."

"Y-yeah I guess I did. Yeah that makes sense. But this is definitely not Starclan, and it's the only place you could be"

"Just wait. We'll find out" The calmer voice answered. "Be quiet now, just think. I can sense another presence. They may know what has happened, when the time comes."

Silence. That was the first time he ever experienced such a thing. It would be rare, something he might long for, something he might hate. The future was unknown, it was far too early. One word broke the silence, heard loudly and clear. Its significance was known, for it was one of the most important things he would ever hear.

"Swiftkit"

The silence came again. But what the calm voice had said was true. Wait. Just wait.

He awoke. The place he awoke smelled different to the place he fell asleep. If he had the words

"H-hello?"

The first words were spoken. These words were heard, but unheard.

"Oh… Oh Smokeshade! I figured it out! Oh… oh my Starclan this is horrible…"
"What?! What is it?!"

"We-we're… We're inside another cats mind! A kits mind! Oh the poor kit"

"Poor kit? Poor me! I'm stuck to live with this thing! Just send me to the Dark Forest already"

"SMOKESHADE?! How could you be so heartless?"

"Ha-ha, are you a mouse brain? I'm Smokeshade, the heartless warrior who doesn't matter! Who always breaks the code, who deserves to rot in the Dark Forest, who was murdered by a traitor!"
"Stonefoot wasn't a traitor! He killed you because you deserved it"
"Surrreee, not because he wanted to be deputy or anything"
"Stop lying! That won't do anything now you monster!"

Pain. He felt pain, pain in his head. It hurt! Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt!

"St-stop!" Swiftkit mewled quietly, covering his ears with his tiny, fuzzy paws.The word rang out loudly in his thoughts. Overpowering the voices of Softlight and Smokeshade as well as giving them a 'head ache' of sorts, except, they didn't really have heads.

"O-Oh, I'm so sorry, so, so sorry" The kinder voice comforted. It was tinged with guilt.

Softlight sensed a feeling, it was warm but fragile. Forgiveness. Trust. She knew it would strengthen. She just had to wait.

There's your low quality chapter one, now excuse me I need to go plan a Pokémon story, because I feel like it.