Prologue
"Crowheart, I don't understand." A silver she-cat muttered under her breath, her green eyes glazed over in worry. Her pelt was starry light the night sky, like all there was around them. She looked over a black tom with stars in his fur too, his dark azure gaze resting on the endless ground in front of them.
"I don't understand either, Mistleface. We'll have to deal with the fact. Could we possibly recruit rogues?" He questioned the she-cat next to him, his gaze longing for an answer, his eyes dilating. The she-cat moved closer to him, letting out a long, exasperated sigh.
"That's impossible. I've tried to see if any of the rogues nearby knew about StarClan, their heads are blocked out from dreams from us." She gathered her paws underneath herself, and Crowheart wailed.
"Mistleface! The clans are all dead! They are all gone! StarClan will never be known by these clans again.. foxes and leaf-bare are harsh times, but who knew that kits were almost impossible to create nowadays? This is infuriating, Mistleface!" Crowheart growled, pacing back and forth, his midnight black pelt bristling furiously. Mistleface's ears twitched.
"Kits were just born." She murmured, hardly even a whisper. Mistleface got up, and slowly walked down from the sky, and Crowheart followed her, like they were going down a large hill.
"Why didn't we just look at them from in StarClan? The world down here seems so distant..." Crowheart murmured, padding throw the springy newleaf grass. Although there was still snow, it was melting, painfully slowly. Crowheart sighed, "I remember when I trained out here. It is hard to die and then come back to a world that you've known forever."
Mistleface came to an abrupt stop, her paws skidding on the mushy ground. They are past this hollow through... through CloudClan's old territory." Mistleface gulped, and she weaved through some trees, Crowheart cheating and padding in the air. "Get down from there, Crowheart!"
Crowheart snorted and came down to walk next to her, their pelts melting into one. "Here." Crowheart choked out, his starry figure by a rotting hollow tree stump, his gaze glazed over as his eyes were focused on four tiny kits. Crowheart sighed, "Don't they remind you of our kits? They were very important."
Mistleface looked up at the sky. "Mhm. But why are they alone?" Mistleface quickly curled up around them, followed by Crowheart, knowing that they couldn't see them. "The mother can't be too far. They're newborns, I don't think that anyone would leave them alone for that long." Mistleface's eyes shot up when she saw a tired looking tortoiseshell queen pad in the den, her tail lashing.
"Shh, my darlings." She hushed them, and then basically sat on Crowheart. Crowheart grunted, and got up. Mistleface flashed him a look, and the got up to leave.
"Crowheart you couldn't feel that." Mistleface muttered, and Crowheart followed after her.
"I was pretending. Remember when you sat on me?" Crowheart teased, purring loudly and playfully pouncing on her tail. The two StarClan warriors had a playful tussle for a few minutes, then they returned to the sky. "Are they chosen, Mistleface?"
Mistleface blinked at him a few times, and stopped, dipping her head. "Those kittens will be the new beginnings of the forest."
Woah, that was short. Four kits, endless possibilities! Heheh.