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Mosskit had never felt so cold before. Snuggling closer to Stonekit, she opened her left eye a crack. Bluefur had been gone for such a long time! All she could see was blinding, radiant white. I don't like this game...I wish Bluefur had never brought us here. We can see Thrushpelt anytime without going into the forest where it's so, so cold...Suddenly she saw a white figure in front of her. Could it be a RiverClan cat? Or a cat covered in snow? No. This cat had stars in her fur! The starry cat's tail beckoned Mosskit toward her.

"Stonekit, I see something..." Rasped Mosskit, summoning her last bit of strength. Her brother was smart, maybe he would know what the glowing figure was! Then she closed her eyes and gave in to the gloomy fog that was covering her vision.


When Mosskit woke up, she felt warm again. Soft fur caressed her gently, it made Mosskit feel safe, as nothing could ever go wrong again. Bluefur must have taken us all back to the nursery. She decided.

Only then did she open her eyes, expecting to see the bramble walls of the nursery and to feel the special silver pebble she always kept near her nest. But it wasn't there. There was a forest, and four tall trees. Nowhere in the ThunderClan Camp, that was for sure! More awake now, Mosskit tried standing, her legs wobbly, and she fell back down. Getting to her paws a second time, she was about to go and explore this strange new place when a snow-white tail stopped her, holding her back from the lush green woodland surrounding her.

"No, little one. Stay here, it's alright." A soft, caring voice murmured, in a voice that sounded like tinkling bells-not at all like Bluefur lower, louder tone. More confused than ever, Mosskit turned around and looked up at the voice's owner. There sat a bright white she-cat with stars in her fur, the color of the endless snow. The same one she had seen while she was with Mistykit and Stonekit in the forest.

"W-who are you? Where's Bluefur?" Mosskit was more awake than ever now, and scared. What if a RiverClan warrior had caught her?

"I am Snowfur, a StarClan cat. Bluefur is not here now-you are in another life. But you will be able to see her, sometimes."

"What do you mean?" The kit's voice trembled, although deep down in the corner of her heart she knew.

Snowfur's tail stroked Mosskit's flank gently. "You are in StarClan, little one. The cold was too much for you."

Mosskit jumped up, pushing Snowfur back. "What? I can't be dead! I can't be!" She wailed. "I want Mistykit and Stonekit! I want Bluefur's milk!" Mosskit had never felt so alone before, even in the cold snow.

"I am Bluefur's sister-Snowfur. I had a kit when I died, and I still have milk. I'll take care of you."

Mosskit began to calm down a tiny bit. "Was your kit Whitestorm?" She asked, curiosity flooding into her. She had heard Bluefur speak of the young warrior she had taken care of as a close relative.

"Yes." Was the StarClan warrior's only reply, a thick sadness-and something else-coating her meow.

Suddenly Mosskit caught a glimpse of her now-translucent pelt. "Stars!" She gasped. The dazzling white beams were scattered over her gray-and-white pelt.

"Yes, all true warriors of StarClan have them." The older cat stifled an amused purr.

Mosskit felt a tiny ray of hope stream through the dark storm clouds covering her world.

"Would you like to see your mother now?" Snowfur asked.

The starry she-kit nodded vigorously. "Would I ever!" The idea made her pelt tingle.

Nodding, Snowfur flicked her tail gently. "Follow me closely, now." She began padding through the woods at a brisk pace, but slow enough for Mosskit to follow easily.

As they padded through the strange new territory of StarClan, Mosskit marveled at what she was seeing. A silver she-cat was fishing at a stream, and she saw two other toms sharing a rabbit. Butterflies fluttered overhead. Prey seems so plentiful here!

Suddenly Snowfur came to an abrupt halt. "Look in the Pool of Stars now, Little One."

Stepping forward, Mosskit gazed in to a shiny puddle of water. "It's just a puddle!" Scoffed Mosskit, unimpressed. How mouse-brained does she think I am? I have seen rain before.

A purr rumbled in Snowfur's throat. "Look closer."

Rolling her eyes, Mosskit tried again, gazing into the pool for what seemed like moons. Suddenly a blue-gray warrior appeared. Bluefur!

Mosskit watched the pool, transfixed, as Bluefur padded into the ThunderClan camp. No warrior appeared to be up. Her mother began digging a hole in the side of the nursery vigorously. After the hole was about big enough to fit three warriors through, she stepped back and breathed in, merely standing there holding her breath in for several moments. Finally she opened her jaws. "A fox! A fox has stolen my kits!"

Mosskit tore her gaze away. "A fox got Mistykit and Stonekit?" She cried in anguish. It can't be true!

Snowfur shook her head. "No, they are fine...in RiverClan. If they were dead, they would be here with you."

Dead. The word hit Mosskit like the Moss-ball Mistykit liked to throw at her. It barely mattered that Mistykit and Stonekit were being raised in RiverClan. She was dead. Never would her apprentice ceremony occur, never would she discover her warrior name. She was isolated, forever half a moon old, forever the same size. It made her feel cheated of life. "I hate it here! I'm stuck the same age forever and I'll never be a warrior!" She cried. "I want to go back! Live with Bluefur and Mistykit and Stonekit-not with stinky RiverClan or this place!"

Snowfur seemed taken aback, but replied after a short silence, "You know you can't go back."

Mosskit turned away and began running away, as fast as her short legs would take her. Maybe if she ran long enough she would fall back into the clan where she belonged.

Suddenly a big, broad brown tom stepped in front of her, blocking her exit and forcing her to skid to a stop. "What are you doing here, so far away from a mother?" He asked, cocking his head. "You're Mosskit, right?"

Mosskit stuck out her chin in defiance. "So what if I am? And I like to explore things on my own. This is StarClan-surely nothing dangerous lives here?"

Before the tom could reply, Snowfur dashed up, panting. "Oh Pinestar! Thank goodness you found Mosskit. She ran away."

Pinestar nodded. "Quite feisty, isn't she?" He asked, his eyes glinting like he knew something she didn't.

Snowfur nodded. "Mosskit, we need to talk. Thank you again, Pinestar! I'll meet you at the Fallen Tree before sunset." Swiftly she picked up the she-kit by the scruff, not leaving the kit no time to protest. Why me? Why not some stinky ShadowClan kit?

After a minute, they reached a secluded spot near the river. For some reason, its rushing calmed her. Snowfur set her down, and then Mosskit had a strange urge she couldn't control. Tensing her muscles, Mosskit ran forward, plunging into the river. She didn't know why she did it.

Moments later, Mosskit was sputtering in the rushing water, her paws desperately flailing among the icy waves that were pulling her in. "Snowfur!" She coughed in desperation.

Snowfur dived forward, quicker than a WindClan warrior, and snatched Mosskit out of the river. "What were you possible thinking?" Questioned Snowfur, her meow terse but not angry.

Mosskit shrank deep into her pelt. "I don't know...I'm sorry." How could I have done something so stupid? She wondered.

In between licks, Snowfur raised her head. "Are you ready to listen to what I have to say?"

Mosskit nodded her tiny head vigorously.

Snowfur paused her licking, and laid down. "Curl up beside me-it will keep you warm. There is no sickness in StarClan, but there is cold." Once Mosskit had done so, Snowfur continued, her voice even. "It is true, you are in StarClan. Rare is it that we send a kit back, or any cat, for that matter. And you will be grieved by your clan-mates-" There was a strange break in Snowfur's voice. "Up here, though, you will experience pleasure as well. You will be able to find good hunting and shelter no matter what time of year, and you will see your clan-mates still."

Lifting her head, Mosskit asked plaintively, "Are there other kits here?"

Snowfur licked Mosskit's muzzle twice more. "Sadly, dozens of kits have been taken away, some much sooner than you, just at birth, some just before they became apprentices."

"That's so sad!" Cried the gray-and-white kit.

"Yes." Nodded Snowfur gravely. Then she added on, a bit more cheer in her voice, "Would you like to meet two of those kits? They're just a little bit older then you, and only died a few moons ago, as well."

There was that awful word again. Dead. It made her quiver. Pushing the thought away, she turned to Snowfur. "Yes, please!"

Following Snowfur once more, the twosome traveled at a brisk pace, Mosskit giving an occasional bounce. They passed a windy, open area, and a shady alcove full of pine trees. Finally they arrived at a place where a stream flowed, smaller than the one Mosskit had fallen into.

"Splashkit! Morningkit! We have a new friend!" A black tom and a silver tabby she-cat tumbled out of the nursery. Their gaze fell on Mosskit.

"Hi, I'm Splashkit!" The tom called.

Softer, the other kit lifted her chin. "My name is Morningkit. We're from RiverClan."

Unsure, Mosskit looked up at her adoptive mother. Snowfur gave an encouraging nod. "Go on."

Stepping forward, she called out in return, "I am Mosskit, from ThunderClan."

"Great! Want to play?"

"Of course!" Mosskit jumped forward. This reminded her so much of Mistykit and Stonekit. As she struggled to catch the moss-ball Morningkit had tossed to her, she finally felt happy and complete. Everything will be alright.


Plushies of either Jayfeather, Tigerstar, or Silverstream if you review! And by the way, Morningkit and Splashkit are actually real kits! Go to Graypool's family tree on Warrior Cats Wiki.