A young white cat with ice blue eyes laid on a windowsill, where he usually was when the sun was setting. His mother had always told him when he was a kit, which was only six months ago, that if he lay under the moon and starlight, that perhaps one of his ancestors would come to him in his dreams. Now, she never explained any further than that, but he believed her and kept on believing. Even when he had forgotten her and the name she had given him.
He sighed, Kimba, that's what he had to go by, and did he have a choice? With that human youth always on the glow box watching Yewtoob or whatever it was called and watching the journeys of a white lion kit that looked just like him how could they not always call him Kimba? He hissed, he was so much different from that, he was so much… less than that. Kimba lowered his ears, he was just a cat, barely older than a kit, and he wasn't on any adventure, he… was just a kittypet. He closed his eyes, he missed his mother's scent. She smelt different from the ordinary, she smelled… wild. Free, adventurous, and like… a scent he thought he'd never be able to explain. Kimba was nothing like that, he smelt like the litter box.
He opened his eyes and looked outside, it was getting dark, and the night was clear. Maybe what his mother had said might come true tonight? He shook his head, no; his ancestors would never visit a kittypet like him. His tail drooped and he placed his head on his paws. Were his ancestors lazy house cats like him? Before he could think about it more his eyes slowly closed and his senses dulled, falling into a peaceful sleep.
Where… where am I? He looked around, he was in a… a forest!? His fur rose, he couldn't be dreaming this! He had no idea what a forest even looking like! His fur suddenly flattened as a delicious scent drifted towards him, making him forget how impossible this was. Quietly he followed it, and soon saw a mouse scrabbling around and foraging. Kimba was about to make a disgusted face, but somehow he couldn't, and like instinct, he pounced it.
"Gotcha!" He looked between his paws to see his prize, but frowned seeing he had only caught a leaf. "This is more tricky then it looks…" But why did I even want to catch such a disgusting thing…?
"Yes, hunting can be quite difficult." Kimba froze as he heard the voice behind him. He didn't recognize it but… the scent!
"Mom!?" He spun around with a face of joy, but it was sullied as he saw it was a different she-cat. But… the she-cat smelled just like her! And even looked like her! Except, her pelt was full of stars… He took a step back from the other cat, his eyes full of suspicion, though, not untrusting. "Who are you and where am I…?" The she-cat chuckled.
"Before I answer your question, first, eat. You will be needing it," she laid a plump mouse before him. Kimba looked at it warily; he would never eat something that lived in the basement! But… it smelled too good not to! Within moments he devoured it to the last morsel. Delicious and filling. Stepping back he licked his paw and wiped his maw a few times, quite cautious of his appearance.
"T-thank you… Now can you tell me what, er, who you are…?" The she-cat chuckled again.
"I am Palestar, mother of your mother, Clearpool, whom hunts here with Starclan. And might I ask, do you know who you are…?" What kind of question was that? Of course he knew who he was!
"I'm…" But he couldn't get himself to say Kimba, "I'm S-starkit!" Palestar smiled gently and nodded.
"But now you have come of age, six moons. And it's time for changes, changes that you can never imagine. Starkit, from this day forward till you receive your warrior name you will be know as Starpaw. I, Palestar, will be your mentor." Starpaw didn't know what was going on, but by impulse they touched noses. She nodded in approval, "Starpaw, you must go on a journey, a journey back to your home, your true home, Skyclan." Starpaw gulped. "You will face many hardships, many enemies, and many friends. It will be a challenge almost like no other. Do you accept?" He hesitated, but then nodded. She smiled, her ocean blue eyes filling him with confidence and warmth. "I, just one of the many ancestor leaders of Skyclan, will guide you. Good luck, Starpaw."
And with that Starpaw awoke. He looked outside, it was moonhigh, and the glittering stars seemed to light a path for him. North. He got up and jumped down from the windowsill. He honestly wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew what he was supposed to do. Follow in his Skyclan ancestor's paw steps, and find his new, no, true home.