AN: This is Chapter one of Scattered Stars! I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter One: Kits Are Always Right

A gray she-cat, Glow, whose fur seemed to glow blinked open her blue eyes, yawning. She was instantly awake when she didn't recognize her surroundings. She was in a large clearing in the forest, the green leaves rustling in the summer breeze. Other cats were there, too, but Glow ignored them. This was her first time out of the ThunderGroup camp, and she wanted to enjoy it before talking to anyone else.

"Glow," a gentle voice spoke into her ear. "Look at us, or else we'll leave you here, all alone with all the dangers here." Glow looked up, surprised. There were three cats. One was a gray tom with clouded blue eyes, and another was a golden tom with amber eyes. The one who had spoken, the only she-cat, was gray with blue eyes.

"Don't scare her like that," protested the golden tom. "She's just a kit."

"Who are you?" Glow's voice squeaked. "Where am I?" She looked at the gray she-cat, the only one Glow trusted. Something about her seemed warm and trustworthy.

"I'm Doveflight. This is Jayfeather." She padded up to the gray tom. "And Lionblaze." Lionblaze looked friendly. He dipped his head in greeting.

"We haven't got much time. Listen, Glow, we have some thing important to tell you," Jayfeather spoke. His clouded eyes never left the ground in front of his paws when he spoke. Now he looked up and glared slightly at her. His eyes were unfocused, looking but not seeing. Then Glow realized what was wrong with him. He was blind. She'd never heard of blindness before, but she knew that's what was wrong with him.

"There is a new prophecy," Lionblaze said. "And you need to bring back StarClan, and the four original Clans. Bring back StarClan, ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, and ShadowClan. With the help of another, new to the Group ways." He added something that she shouldn't have been able to hear. "I don't get why we tell her exactly what to do."

Glow ignored him, watching Jayfeather and Doveflight with bright blue eyes. She wondered what they would say.

The three cats then spoke as one. "Kittypet, rogue, they gather the stars in five paws with great power." Their voices echoed, repeating the mysterious words over and over again, ringing in Glow's ears, imprinting the message into her thoughts.

"Tell me what you mean!" Glow begged. "I need to know!"

If she had known about StarClan and its mysterious ways, she never would have asked. She wouldn't have begged. But words—words were wonderful and she wanted to know the meaning of anything she heard. She was a curious cat, and she liked answers.

Instead of an answer, the three cats stared at her. "Remember," they seemed to whisper. "Remember."

Glow woke with a jolt, scrambling up in her nest in the nursery. She woke her sister, Cloud, in the process.

"Sheesh, Glow," she grumbled, "go back to sleep. Don't go waking everybody up."

Glow could only nod. Her dream, the prophecy, both were so real, yet here she was, back in the ThunderGroup nursery. It could've been real, but dreams didn't happen. Or, at least, not now. The elders told stories of when there used to be cats who spoke with the dead, a long time ago.

Were those cats dead? They seemed so real, too real to not be living. And the dead are dead. Never to be brought back. She knew that from experience. Her real mother was dead, dead soon after Glow, Cloud and Ivy were born. Now, Grass, a soon-to-be mother, was caring for them until they could become trainees. And within the next few days they would become trainees.

Glow began to groom herself as the sun rose, casting light upon her littermates and adoptive mother. All asleep, they looked fake, and if not for the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed, the would appear to be dead. The cats in her dream, the dead-but-not-dead ones, seemed more real in this moment than her family.

Glow thought of Doveflight. The gray she-cat looked slightly like herself: both had the same fur, though Glow's had a sheen that was often described as glowing. Both had blue eyes, the exact same shade. She wondered if she was related to the pretty she-cat, but dismissed it quickly. There was no way she could be related to someone so calm and beautiful, the opposite of her idea of herself.

She looked back to her adoptive mother. Grass's green eyes were open wide, and panic welled in them. "Glow," she said, panicked. "Get Cranberry. My kits are coming!"

Glow didn't need to be told twice. She raced out of the nursery and towards Cranberry's den. The reddish Healer was curled up asleep. Glow prodded her with a paw, begging her silently to wake up.

"What?" snapped Cranberry. "I'm not up for your kit games. I need my sleep."

"Grass is having her kits!" Glow burst out. "I know it's too early, by a quarter moon. I don't want her to die. Please help her!"

The Healer looked at Glow in shock. "How do you know her kits are early?" She started to gather herbs.

"You'll need water mint," Glow told her before answering the question. "I don't know; I just do. Just help her!"

Cranberry grabbed the correct leaves. "Get some dock to soak up the blood," she said. "Seeing as you know so much, I'll assume you know what those are."

Glow did, and she grabbed the correct leaves and raced after Cranberry. She was already in the nursery, instructing Grass to eat the water mint. Glow set the dock where the Healer could reach it. The scent of blood was thick in the air. It came from Grass, and for the first time, Glow was really worried.

"Shoo," said Cranberry. "I'll let you know if I need anything else."

Glow nodded, leaving the nursery. Her littermates were waiting outside, each shifting nervously.

"How's Grass?" asked Ivy, nearly pouncing on her littermate. "Has she had her kits yet?"

Glow shook her head. "She didn't have her kits yet—she just went into labor. And, no. I doubt she's alright. There was a lot of blood."

Before Cloud could ask a question, Glow saw a cat across the clearing. It was Cosmo, and he was staring at her in worry. And in that moment, Glow understood the first part of dead-but-not-dead cats' prophecy.

I am the rouge, and Cosmo is the kittypet.

Please review! And just a random fact about this story: it switches from Cosmo POV to Glow POV every other chapter. I might go to Doveflight, but I haven't decided yet!