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Bright Stars Shining
a collection of short "behind the scenes" stories about StarClan
The silver-blue she cat opened her jaws in a soundless snarl as she looked down at the young ginger cat crouched by the side of the moonpool, lapping eagerly at the water.
"Calm, Bluestar," meowed a slim tortoiseshell she-cat, slipping between her and another cat. Her eyes glowed with wisdom as she, too peered down at the ginger cat. "He's just an apprentice."
The silver cat—Bluestar—turned her gaze towards her companion, her eyes narrowing into slits.
"An apprentice who dares to misuse the gift StarClan sent him!" she spat. "An apprentice, who, if he is not careful, will send the sky tumbling upon our very heads!" Her tail lashed as she spoke, and her whiskers quivered with emotion.
"An apprentice who holds the powers of the stars in his paws, and all he can think to do with them is pry into medicine cat—can you imagine that, medicine cats of all people—'s dreams, when dreams are the one thing that a cat has right to keep to themselves! That just isn't right, Spottedleaf!"
Spottedleaf smiled sadly, wrapping her tail around her delicate front paws.
"I know," she meowed softly, "I know it isn't right, but he will learn. He will learn." she repeated, to reassure herself.
Doubt was flashing through the former medicine cat's mind, but she knew better than to show it. Bluestar was a good enough cat, but she had a temper, and could act rashly when prompted. She didn't want to give Bluestar a reason to go off into Jaypaw—the apprentices—'s dreams and frighten him out of his wits—or worse, lose her calm and hurt him in some way.
"Don't do anything you might regret," she cautioned. "Think before you do anything, well…foolish. Please, please, please think of the rest of us StarClan cats, trying to get good reputations."
Bluestar sighed, looking off into the distance sadly.
"Stupid, stupid apprentice," she hissed softly.
The ginger tom was still crouched by the moonpool, immobile, probably deep in some other cat's dream. Bluestar threw him a last look of disgust and turned towards a voice that was calling her from a small group of cats.
"Mama, Mama?" it cried, tearfully. "Oh, Mama, I hurt my paw!"
"I'm coming, Mosskit," she whispered, and bounded towards her kit, who she was finally reunited with after years apart. When Bluestar had gotten here, Mosskit had been the first to greet her, tottering up on unsteady legs to touch noses with her. Spottedleaf smiled at the memory. Mosskit was prickly Bluestar's one soft spot.
Creeping up to the edge of StarClan's territory, she gazed down at Jaypaw, deep in thought. He was so young, and yet so powerful. And he knew it. Maybe StarClan had made the wrong choice in bestowing him this gift to compensate for his blindness.
And yet, she didn't believe so. All cats had darkness in them, and what was in Jaypaw wasn't darkness. Pride, coldness, arrogance, and a tendency to break the rules, yes, but not darkness. And for that she was grateful.
"StarClan be with you," she whispered to the young tom, and padded off silently in search of star-dusted prey.
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--Smokefeather