A crescent moon hung high in the sky, barely lighting up the dark. A boy named Ian sat at the window, staring up into the sky. He sighed and wondered faintly if his father was still awake. He glanced over at his favorite book, the only one he'd been reading for the past few days. Even though it was only the first of a plethora of others, he never bothered to read the others. He walked over to his bedside table and lifted the worn-out paperback. Reading the page, he smiled weakly.

He had always thought this book had a great plotline.

If only everything could be that way.

Ian looked at what else was on his table. A sharp-looking blade rested on the soft wood, just begging to be used. He shook his head at the thought. But now that he added more depth to the imagery, he could sense that he was being willed to do this.

He lifted the blade and rolled up his sleeve, revealing to the reader the faint white lines on his wrist. He carefully pressed the blade to the pulse of his wrist, biting his lip as he quickly sliced his wrist open. Scarlet liquid flowed from his arm, and he realized that he had cut too deep. Maybe it's for the best, he thought, as he read the words on the page.

"What's a kittypet like you doing out in the woods? Don't you know it's dangerous?"

He felt his lifeblood pouring out of him.


The next thing he was aware of was the sudden cold.

Blinking open his eyes, he realized he was in a dark clearing with starry trees lining the outside rim. A beautiful, blue-gray shape padded up to him, her fur tipped with frosty stars. He took a step back in confusion, then realized he didn't have two legs- he had four! The blue cat stopped in front of him, a purr in her voice.

"Hello, Ian. I am Bluestar, former leader of ThunderClan." she meowed. Ian gasped.

"Y-you mean.. From my book?" He could barely form his words. Bluestar chuckled and nodded.

"Yes, from your book. I am now a cat of StarClan. I have been for many, many moons." she said, sitting down. Ian's ears went down.

"... Are you serious?" he asked, not believing that he was both in StarClan and that his favorite leader was now dead. Bluestar nodded sadly.

"Unfortunately, yes. ThunderClan is now ruled by Bramblestar. You might not know him yet, but he is Tigerclaw- now Tigerstar's son. He was mentored by my former apprentice, Fireheart- yet again, now a -star." Bluestar mewed. "But I have not summoned you to speak of the recent Clan history. I and a few other former ThunderClan leaders have decided that you are worthy of becoming a ThunderClan cat."

Ian's ears perked up and he was well aware that Bluestar could sense his interest. With a purr, he said, "I would be honored to." Bluestar nodded. "I hoped you would say that. I know you only know of a few details of Clan life, but your mother and your mentor will work hard to teach you the rules and the warrior code." she said, curling her tail around her paws. "Now, Ian. It is time for you to meet your new Clan." She padded up to him and rested her nose on his forehead, and Ian's world turned dark.


well that's the end of the first chapter! Sorry if.. well.. any of this disturbed you. And if this was too short for your liking. I've a bad reputation for not continuing stories like this, and I can't promise I won't forget. I'll try my hardest to update every day. :3

~Meowgon