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One More Star in the Sky
Prologue
Come in, young kit, do not be shy. Yes, I can hear you there, trying to hide under that bush. Don't be so surprised, little one. I may be a blind old loner, but my hearing is as good as ever. Come, the moon is full and the night is ripe for story-telling. I know why you have come seeking me, and I can almost feel the questions trembling on the tip of your tongue, but now is not the time.
Hush! The stars are speaking to us. You are too young to understand, but one day you will. These are hard times for you and your clan, I know, but everything will come right. How does an old loner like me know of such things? Trust me, little one, there is still much, much more that you must learn. And I know many, many more things than I would be able to pass on in the time that is left to me. Do not feel alarmed, death is not something to be feared. But never mind that, you are still very young. You have many moons still before you, and plenty of time to learn.
Now, I can feel the night growing old. Put aside your questions and listen. I have a story for you. This is not a story of great battles long past, or of great leaders that fought side by side with their loyal warriors. Those stories I will put aside for later. The tale I will tell you is a true one, and it took place in a distant land, many, many, moons of travel away from here. Yes, it was a very long time ago, long before your oldest elder's mother was kitted.
The tale begins in uncertain times, when the blood of many brave cats was spilled. Strong cats with a lust for battle were valued above all, and the noble ranks of SpiritClan, the ancestors of these cats, were all but forgotten. Wanderers, which is the name they gave to loners such as myself, were many in number. Most of them were the outcasts of the scattered clans that dotted the treeless plains were my tale takes place. One such wanderer, who was expecting kits, had been made an outcast from her own clan several moons earlier. When she realized that she was with kits, she knew that she could never survive on her own. And how would she protect her kits from the harsh winds and bitter cold of the long Leaf-Bare that was fast approaching? She traveled to the south, away from her old clan and the wilder conditions of the northern plains.
Weak and very close to kitting, she begged to be taken in by the first clan she came to. The leader, Coldspirit, saw that she was with kits and agreed to take her in as long as she gave her kits to the clan. Coldspirit was at war with a rival clan, and wanted to train as many battle-worthy warriors as possible. The desperate she-cat agreed, but never lived to see the results of her decision. The kits came early, and much to everyone's astonishment, there were five of them. Their mother was already weak and undernourished from moons out on the empty plains, and died soon after.
Coldspirit, however, was pleased to have so many new potential warriors in his clan. Four of the kits were strong and healthy, but the fifth worried him. She was small and weak, not fit to train. But he decided to see how things turned out.
And this, little one, is the story of that fifth kit. It is a story of survival, of trust and friendship, and of inner strength. But most of all, it is your story too. So huddle closer and watch as the tale unfolds.