Hi, this is Moongazer. This is my first story. I'm still learning how to use my FanFiction account, so please be tolerant of my mistakes. I'm hoping that I'll get a whole bunch of reviews-constructive criticism welcome! You have no idea how much it means to me if people take a couple of minutes to review and tell me what they think of my writing. I need to know how I'm doing. :)

I'll try to post allegiances within the next couple chapters-but in this one, it's not really necessary. Not too many characters...yet...

Anyway, on with the story. Remember to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, Warriors. I own only my characters and the plotline. Any similarities to other characters or plots are purely unintentional.

P.S. I haven't posted any new chapters just yet, but I took some advice and went back to fix this a bit. Thank you, beatbeatbeat, for your review! I hope you find that my corrections improve it a little. Just so you know, Star and Moon (later in the chapter) are my own invention. I'm planning to make a whole story and stuff about that-hopefully I can post it soon.


The full moon shone brightly in the sky, bathing the lake in soft light, and illuminating a tiny figure at the edge of the island, next to an ancient tree bridge.

It was a kitten; a small one, with fluffy silver fur, tottering along on unsteady paws.

Under the watchful gaze of the stars, she ambled along, step by slow step, until she tumbled out of the trees into a large clearing, filled with many, many different cats.

Everyone went silent, the friendly purrs and meows halting abruptly. A bracken-colored tom stood up and wove his way through the crowd toward the kit, who seemed to shrink into the ground as she gazed up at him with large violet eyes.

"She's a freak!" the tom yowled, stepping back from the kit. "That…that thing will destroy us all!"

"Enough, Treeclaw. It is only a kit." A dappled tortoiseshell meowed, leaping off her perch in the tree in the middle of the clearing to look at the kit curiously.

A small brown tom hissed. "A kit that no cat will want! It has violet eyes! When in all the history of the Clans has any cat ever had eyes like that? That little freak of nature won't come into Windclan without meeting my claws."

Several cats in the crowd yowled their approval.

"Stop!" shouted a blue-gray cat from her place in the tree branches. "The leaders will now have a meeting to decide the fate of the kit." She huddled together with the other cats on the tree, and they began to meow urgently, fighting to be heard.

Whispers of "It's just a kit. It didn't do anything." were heard everywhere, and contradicting arguments of "It has violet eyes! It's a sign that it will destroy us!" were hissed back.

The leaders were taking a long time to reach an agreement. The mass of cats in the clearing was growing agitated. Some of the more hostile young cats had even made a game of hissing and spitting at the poor terrified silver kitten.

Finally, as the moon started to drift down in the sky, a decision was made. A brown and white spotted tom stepped forward and let out a loud yowl. All the frenzied babbling ceased immediately, and many pairs of eyes gazed anxiously at the four cats on the tree.

"We have agreed," said the brown and white tom, sounding tired, "that the kit will not join any of the clans."

Excited whispers broke out. Up on the tree, the tortoiseshell, Cherrystar, looked smug, the blue-gray cat Streamstar looked indignant, and the Windclan leader Harestar simply huddled on the tree, eyes drooping.

A pretty gray she cat stood up and called out, "It's only a kit, for Starclan's sake! How can you stand this injustice, Pebblestar?"

A group of cats behind her loudly caterwauled their support.

Pebblestar shook his head "The decision is made, Featherheart. Keeping the kit will only lead to a war between all the clans. We can't risk that for the sake of one kit. Starclan knows we don't need a war now."

Featherheart bowed her head and sat back down, tail flicking in discontent.

"This Gathering is over!" Cherrystar yowled, looking self-important. "Shadowclan is going back home!"

"We might as well too. Let's go, Thunderclan." Pebblestar sighed, leaping down from the tree and leading his clan away.

Soon Harestar and Windclan left, then Riverclan left with Streamstar, who gave the kit a last regretful look before turning away and heading back to her territory.

All was calm and quiet-until the stars began to move.

They swirled down from the sky, pouring starlight into the clearing, and changing shape until the clearing was packed with starry cat forms, gathered around the silver kit, now fast asleep.

"What will we do now?" a light gray tabby meowed anxiously. "The Clans wouldn't take her in!"

A black and white tom padded over and sat next to her. "We will have to take special measures, Silverstream."

"What special measures?" Silverstream fretted. "There's nothing we can do, but you know how important she is to the future of the Clans, Tallstar. We all know how important she is!"

A bright ginger tom stood up. "That's where you're wrong, Silverstream. There is something we can do. It's never been done, but we will do it."

Many ears pricked in the tom's direction.

"We will take her in and raise her."


The clearing was so silent, the cats could have heard a feather drop.

A blue-gray she cat was the first to recover. She stood up, facing the ginger tom, and mewed quietly, "Explain your idea, Firestar."

Firestar was getting excited. "Don't you see, Bluestar? It'll work out perfectly! We can use the powers of Starclan and perform the ceremony, and then a Starclan cat will raise her like a normal kit, and she'll be apprenticed when she's six moons old, and-"

Silverstream shook her head and sighed. "Calm down, Firestar! You know she won't be with us forever-she'll have to return to the clans one day. And her destiny! She is fated to save the clans, remember?"

Firestar nodded. "I know. But we can't help her do that. All we can do is help her grow up, give her survival skills, and make sure she can take care of herself."

Murmurs of assent started spreading among the cats in the clearing, growing louder and louder until the meows of the crowd swelled into a single voice that called out, "We will do this."

Bluestar purred slightly. "Good. Now, who will be a mother to this kit?"

A clear, sweet voice rang out, "My mate and I will."

The crowd of cats parted to reveal a large cream-colored tom and a beautiful black-and-white spotted she-cat, padding forward to meet the other cats at the center of the clearing.

"I will raise her," the she-cat mewed, "and I will call her Dreamkit. My mate, Moon, will be as much her father as I, Star, will be her mother. Are there any who oppose my decision?"

There was silence.

Firestar broke it. "Very well. Star and Moon are now Dreamkit's mother and father in Starclan. I will perform the ceremony for the kit. Wake her up, please."

Firestar leaped onto the branches of the great tree in the center of the clearing while Star gently nosed the tiny kit awake and soothed her with gentle licks as the ceremony began.

"I, Firestar, former leader of Thunderclan, call all of Starclan to look down at this kit." Firestar meowed. "We have acknowledged that she is the future savior of the Clans, and for that reason, we will take her in. She will be raised as a Clan cat and taught all the skills we may be able to give her. She is a unique kit, for no living kit has ever been raised by Starclan before. She is one of a kind, savior of the Clans, daughter of the stars. From this moment on, she will be known as Dreamkit, in honor of her uniqueness and her destiny."

Moon started to chant. "Dreamkit! Dreamkit! Dreamkit! Dreamkit!"

Star, Silverstream, Bluestar, and Firestar took up the chant. "Dreamkit! Dreamkit! Dreamkit! Dreamkit!"

Soon, the entire Gathering island rang with cheers as all of Starclan called out the name of the small silver kit with the violet eyes, as they celebrated the new life of their future hero. "Dreamkit! Dreamkit! Dreamkit! Dreamkit!"


The chanting petered out as Starclan ascended to their home in the sky, taking Dreamkit with them. Star took the kit to her own nest under a starry honeysuckle bush, laid her down, and gently groomed her, purring softly.

As Dreamkit fell asleep to the rhythmic strokes of Star's tongue on her back, she heard a soft voice in her ears. "Welcome, Dreamkit, daughter of the stars."

And so Dreamkit's life in the stars began.


Right. So, a couple of answers for questions on the story.

One, Dreamkit is not hated by all, but by a several more powerful cats. And as the warrior code says, a leader's word is law. When the leaders decided that the kit wouldn't be taken in, no cat could without severely breaking the code and also possibly subjecting their clan to war.

Also, Dreamkit has unusual eyes. (I'm actually not sure if cats can have violet eyes, but for the sake of the story let's leave it there.) I've read loads of Warrior books and fics where the character is not accepted because of circumstances they couldn't control, like being halfclan or having strange eye colors or whatever. So I figured, hey, why not?

Anyway, I'll be happy to make any corrections to the story or answer any questions that someone might have. Please review when you read-I've actually managed to improve my writing from the criticism in the first review!

-Moongazer