"Is she really the one, brother?" A tom asked softly. "A Twoleg can't protect our clan..."
"She is the one, Oakheart." The other tom replied.
"Crookedstar... We don't have the power, to do what you're suggesting."
The two brothers looked down into the MoonPool. A Twoleg with dark blonde hair shimmered in the waters. She had blue eyes and a fair compensation.
"We have the power... Our clan needs her."
"If she were in a place between life and death, maybe we could."
"Oakheart is right, Crookedstar." A new voice added. A petite she-cat joined into the discussion. "It would be easier to find a kit who can be The Chosen One."
"Brambleberry, you know as well as I that you can't choose who receives the gift. You can only watch, and hope that you find who has it before it's too late. She has the power, I can feel it. She was just... Born into the wrong group."
The two other StarClan cats shook their head. "Sometimes, brother, I wonder if you have any sense, even if you've be-" Oakheart was cut off as the pool ran red and smoke started rising.
"What..."
"A Twoleg Monster ran into the one she was in." Tallstar mumbled, the former WindClan leader daring the three other StarClan cats to challenge him.
Crookedstar glared at the leader before signing.
"Now's your chance, Crookedstar." Brambleberry mewed. "But be warned, she'll remember who she was eventually and she'll stray, for a little while. But fear not, for she will return."
Crookedstar paled slightly before beckoning the girls spirit over to them.
XxXxXxX
She had been floating in a dark abyss. She couldn't feel, see, or hear anything. She was just there, floating, and never even knew it. When her senses finally came back, she found herself standing in front of eight starry cats.
Their eyes were glowing, and some of them had a dim star on their foreheads, as if it was a birthmarks.
A lot of cats have the same birthmarks.
. why haven't I noticed before?
Confusion was clear on her face. When she opened her mouth to say something, she realized she couldn't speak. A shiver ran down her spine as one of them mewed and the other ones nodded.
She felt herself shrinking and found that everything was getting bigger. She clinged onto her memories and didn't want to let them go, even as they slipped through her fingers.
Her eyes dropped closed and they refused to open. She felt her stiff body relax.
"Fear not, young one... You will be safe..." A soft voice mumbled in her ear.
XxXxXxX
The journey had taken it's toll on Moonsong She shouldn't have pushed herself so hard. Maybe the birth would be going easier.
It was her first litter, and she'd heard the first time was always the worst.
"Push!" Leafpaw said with a grunt. "You have to push now!"
So she pushed. With all her might. She whimpered as one of her two kits slid out. Leafpaw gave the kit to Mothwing and demanded she lick the fur the wrong way.
When the second one was born, a few seconds later, Moonsong felt relief.
"You have two healthy kits, Moonsong." Leafpaw purred while she licked the youngest ones fur.
"The first born kits in a new territory." She mumbled tiredly. "They must be great, for we haven't even found our new camps yet."
The ThunderClan apprentice snorted. "Squirrelflight and the others will soon return. For now, you should rest." She placed the two kits next to Moonsong's stomach and they started to quickly suckle.
I don't own the world or Warriors. Except for any cat whom you don't recognize. They're mine. Yes, this is a human-turned-warrior story, but I don't think it'll be like any others you've read. :-)