At a small pool four cats met in grave silence.
"It must be done." A blue gray cat shook her head and suddenly seemed much older than she had.
"It will be done." A a small dappled cat nodded gently.
"I will tell him in his next dreams." She nodded sadly.
"How are you sure he will go to moonstone?" questioned a large white cat.
"He has always had StarClan walk in his dreams." She meowed not without a hint of pride.
"He has always been… special." A large gray tabby nodded her yellow eyes closed in though.
"It's agreed?" the blue gray cat tilted her silvery head in question.
"Agreed." The rest meowed in unison.
"Look at them." Sandstom spoke softly as if her voice could break the small kits suckling at her belly.
"They're beautiful. Four." He smiled.
"Leafkit, Squirrelkit, Firekit, and Sparkkit." She gestured to each one in turn with her tail.
A brown and white tabby she-kit, a ginger she kit, a black she kit with ginger tabby markings, and a small white tom with golden-yellow stripes wriggled as she touched them.
"Sparkkit and Squirrelkit have so much energy just like their mother." he teased. Firestar stifled a yawn.
"You should get some sleep." Sandstorm said with concern.
"No, I'm not," he yawned, "tired…" he smiled bashfully.
"Go to bed!" sandstorm commanded.
"Okay I will. You too!" He called over his shoulder.
"Firestar!" a faraway voice called.
"Hmm?" he mumbled sleepily opening his eyes.
"Firestar!" it was two voices now. Firestar was in the center of ThunderClan camp by the nursery.
"Bluestar? Spottedleaf?" he recognized the voices.
"Come," Spottedleaf said beautifully stepping out of the nursery, and bringing an amazing scent of her sweet herbal aroma mixed with the comfort of warm milk, "come follow me this way." She padded back into the nursery.
"Over here." Called Bluestar gently form her sitting place next to Sandstorm.
"What are you two doing here?" Firestar asked feeling very confused.
"All will be clear." Spottedleaf laid her tail across his shoulders soothingly.
"These," Bluestar gestured towards the kits, "young ones are yours. Yes?" she asked knowing the answer.
"Yes. They are." Firestar tilted his chin up proudly.
"Two of them," Spottedleaf spoke a little more sadly, "have been chosen to be kits of StarClan."
"What?" he was thoroughly puzzled now.
"Firekit and Sparkkit," Bluestar looked down at them with blue eyes full of sorrow, "they must be…" she searched for the right word.
"Trained by StarClan," Spottedleaf added, "for this they must be taken."
"What? NO!" Firestar moved quickly towards them protectively.
"They will return."
"Why them why not some other cats kits in some other clan!" he yowled.
"I'm sorry." Bluestar shook her head. Firestar could tell they both meant it. He looked down at Sandstorm.
"What about her?" he looked into her peaceful sleeping face.
"We will make it look as if they have been stolen by loners."
"How will you train them?"
"That we cannot reveal." Bluestar shook her head.
"One thing is vital to their training." Spottedleaf said suddenly after sitting in silence.
"What?"
"You, as their father, must love them unconditionally no matter what."
"I do."
"No matter how long they're gone you must love them, or they may not return."
"I do love them!"
"You must think of them and love them and cherish them and be proud of them no matter how long they're gone! Will you do this by communicating with them in your dreams?"
"I will." Firestar nodded seriously, seeing the conviction in her eyes.
"Congratulations," Bluestar said, "your children will be the first kits in over five hundred years to be chosen. They are Legend."
"They are Legend." Echoed the unseen generations of StarClan.