I awaken with my head throbbing and whole body racking with pain. My vision is blurry and it takes several minutes for me to regain focus. Suddenly I realize I am surrounded…by cats?! Trying to stand up (but failing miserably) I try to make sense of where I am.
Then what had happened (hours? minutes? days?) ago comes back in a painful flash. I remember a big silver truck and me getting slammed, but remembering nothing after that. I'm probably just dreaming.
One of the cats blinks its great green pools. Its pelt reminds me of fire. "Good. You're both awake." The cat speaks, with a masculine voice. Its eyes stare unblinkingly at me, making me want to shiver in my…wait...fur?! I guess I'm dreaming about being a cat. I peer into the pool which is in front of me, clear and reflecting. My regular brown eyes have been replaced with big wide blue ovals, and my whole body has been replaced with silver tabby fur.
"I suppose you're wondering what's going on," The fiery cat's voice is smooth and calm, but with a quiet importance and dignity to it.
"Well, I am just dreaming," I reply, my voice coming out squeaky. "I had a feeling you might automatically believe that. I wish I could do more to convince you, but all I can say is you are most definitely not dreaming. The monster accident must have shocked you quite a bit." The ginger cat continues.
I peer to my right and notice a golden tabby kitten with green pools of eyes matching the ginger cat's eyes. She (I think) is cowering under the stare of the ginger cat as well.
"I am Firestar, former leader of ThunderClan. We Clan cats have taken pity on you two two-legs for the unfortunate accident that led to your deaths, and we have revived you into cats. You will both be kits of Squirrelflight in ThunderClan, and grow up as a Warrior for the rest of your life." Firestar continues.
This is a great dream! I'll be disappointed when I wake up. But then the golden tabby kit turns around and mews "Miranda?" in a disbelieving…voice? Meow?
"Tara…?" I say hesitant to believe this figment of my imagination. "Do you believe him?" She asks, and I can't help but ignore the hopefulness coming into her voice.
"Wait…if you're seeing him too, and we're sharing this dream…Could it be real?" I ask, half to myself. "Well, do you accept?" Firestar's voice interrupts my thoughts. "Accept what?" Tara blurts, her former fear disappearing.
"Your chance at being a Warrior of course! If you decline though, you will be sent to …well wherever two-legs go when they die. If you accept, you will grow up as warriors, or if you choose to be medicine cats or queens. You will serve ThunderClan and live to be true. When you die again, you will be sent to StarClan. So, do you accept?" He asks again. Suddenly I realize what this means. We will never see our family again. Ever. Even though we were already dead, it impacts me now.
"Yes of course!" Tara is jumping up and down excitedly, her whiskers quivering. Firestar and Tara turn to look at me expectantly. I feel uncomfortable under both of their emerald gazes.
"…Okay." I agree hesitantly. Firestar appears to be grinning. "Good! You will be known as Moonkit," He nods to me. "And Mosskit," He nods at Tara. She beams like a ray of the sun as he gives her her name.
Suddenly his eyes turn cloudy and distant. "When the moons shines on the golden moss will the Clans forsaken lands know peace," A prophecy! But then it makes no sense at all, and I'm still doubting what's happening, when suddenly we're warped away from the pool and pressed in ginger fur.
Squirrelflight! I realize. Another pang of sadness hits me and I realize I'll have to forget my old mother. This is my new life. I'll get to start over with my best friend as my sister. Will it be worth it? Ignoring the thought, I press my tiny silver paws into Squirrelflight's belly and begin to suckle.
I know, Firestar was a little bit OOC but it's the best I can do. The first chapters will be a bit slow, but it will pick up, I promise. And yes I know, cheesy prophecy. Review and you will get a tray of cookies!
