A/N: Hi! Here's the prologue.
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Prologue
Mosskit laughed as she leapt into the air and snagged an orange butterfly on her claw. Bluestar, the she-kit's mother, purred from where she was sitting nearby.
Mosskit sheathed her claws and watched the insect flutter away.
"Bluestar!" the blue-grey she-cat turned her head around to see a broad, dark grey head peeking out of the trees on the opposite side of the clearing, the yellow eyes shining.
Bluestar turned back to watching her daughter play, "Yes, Yellowfang?"
The dark grey she-cat emerged completely from the trees and sat down next to her old leader, her plumy tail swishing back and forth.
"There's a meeting," she informed Bluestar calmly, glancing at the she-cat.
"What about?"
"Mosskit."
"What about me?" the grey and white she-cat bounded up to the she-cats, her bright blue eyes sparkling.
"Nothing, dear," Bluestar swept her tongue over Mosskit's small ears, "Go back to playing."
"What's it about?" the old ThunderClan leader whispered into Yellowfang's ear.
"They want to reincarnate her," the old medicine cat told Bluestar quietly.
"What?!" Bluestar leapt to her paws.
Mosskit paused in chasing her tail to stare at her mother.
"Hey, Mosskit, sweetie, you're going to go play with Snowfur now!" Bluestar made her bristling fur lie flat again.
"Okay! Where is she?"
"This way," Bluestar informed her excited kit, leading the way out of the clearing.
"Hey, Bluestar!" the lithe she-cat jerked her head to the side, startled, only to see her snowy-white sister bounding over.
"Hi Snowfur!" Mosskit chirped, skipping over to the fluffy she-cat. Snowfur purred.
"I need you to watch her for a while," Bluestar shot Snowfur a glance from her ice-blue eyes.
The white she-cat nodded briskly and turned back to her niece, knowing what the glance meant, "Come on, Mosskit! I have a game for you to play!"
Bluestar smiled weakly and let Yellowfang lead the way to the meeting spot.
Once there, she sat down at her usual place in the circle, beside Whitestorm. The white tom glanced at her, smiling.
"Welcome, cats," Shadowstar's powerful voice reached Bluestar's ears. The black she-cat was sitting in the middle of the circle, accompanied by Thunderstar, Windstar and Riverstar.
Windstar and Riverstar looked calm, though Thunderstar looked anxious; his fiery ginger ears were twitching nervously.
"We are here to discuss some very important matters," Shadowstar went on, "The first matter is Mosskit."
Oakheart stood up, anger clear in his amber eyes, "How come I was not notified of this?"
Shadowstar ignored the angry father, and instead continued to speak, "We gave Cinderpelt a second chance, when she wasn't able to do what she wanted with her life. I think it's only fair we give Mosskit a second chance, too."
"Shadowstar," Thunderstar got to his large white paws, "We four have not fully discussed the matter."
"Oh, but we have, Thunderstar," Shadowstar chuckled, "Me, Riverstar and Windstar all agree that Mosskit should have a second chance."
"But she would be reincarnated into my Clan, so surely I should have the final say?"
"Who said she was going to be reincarnated into ThunderClan?" Windstar challenged.
"Yes," Shadowstar agreed, "She was going to RiverClan when she died. It's only fair."
Thunderstar muttered something under his breath and sat down, his ginger tail lashing angrily.
"Now, we only need Bluestar's permission," Shadowstar turned to the blue-grey leader, her dark head cocked and her green eyes sparkling with mischief, silently daring Bluestar to refuse.
"I disagree to Shadowstar's demands!"
"They're not demands," Shadowstar corrected Bluestar, but a smile was plastered on her face, "And Mosskit's going to begin to fade, anyways, Bluestar. There are no living cats left to remember her."
Bluestar flicked her blue-grey ears uncomfortably, "Oakheart?"
"I think she should be reincarnated," was the dark-furred tom's answer.
Bluestar flicked her tail in silent agreement, a frown plastered on her face.
"Very well then," Riverstar stood up slowly, his muscles rippling underneath his silvery tabby pelt, "Mosskit shall be reincarnated after this meeting comes to an end."
"So soon?" Bluestar asked, the fur along her spine bristling, "I would like some time to say goodbye to my daughter."
"Sorry, Bluestar," Windstar actually looked genuinely sorry, "Mosspelt's kits are going to be born around moonhigh. In Clan territory, it is sunset, and we have lots more to discuss during the remainder of the meeting."
Bluestar growled under her breath but forced her fur to lie flat again.
"Now that that matter is settled," Shadowstar went on, nodding at Thunderstar to continue.
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A/N: I hope it wasn't too bad…anyways, Chapter 1 coming when I get the time to write it. XD Bye for now!
