Mosskit layed in a patch of sun light next to a river that flowed beside the Starclan forest. Mosskit sighed as she looked into the water. Her mother had joined her in Starclan after being killed by saveing Firestar from the dogs and so had her father after being killed in a rock fall. But her littermates Mistystar and Stonefur, still have not joined them. She did not want to wait, she wanted to be there with them.
"Mosskit." A she-cat voice mewed softly behind her. Mosskit did not have to turn arouns to see who it was.
"What is it Snowfur?" Mosskit asked, still looking at the river.
Snowfur came and sat next to Mosskit. "Mosskit," she started "Do you want another chance to live?" She whispered quietly.
Mosskit looked up "Yes. More then anything." She looked at the cat who had broght her to the territory and had explained what had happened to her, and why. She had taught her that what Bluestar did was wrong and right at the same time. Mosskit had forgiven Bluestar but still longed to be down in Thunderclan.
"If I told you that you can go back and live again, would you? Even if you ont remember anything?" Snowyfur asked in the same voise that she always used to the small kit, soft, warm, and loving.
Mosskit thought about it for a few heart beats. "Yes." She mewed in her kit voise.
"Are you sure?" Snowyfur asked.
Mosskit nodded "Yes. Can you do that?" She knew the answer, why else would the Starclan warrior ask such a question. Everyone here said yes to it.
Snowyfur smiled to the kit. "Yes." She purred softly "Say a quick good by to your mother and father, then I will send you back."
Mosskit nodded and stood up. "Where are they?" She asked, lookinf around the forest and across the river.
"I will show you." Snowyfur stood and padded into the forest. Her bright white pelt still shinned, even in the cool shade.
Mosskit nodded and ran after the warrior. She was lead though the forest and to the Starclan camp. Here it was always busy, kits playing, families sharing memories, elders and leaders sharing stories and laughing at them, and much more.
"Bluestar. Mosskit has come to say good bye." Snowyfur mewed, padding up to a group of cats. The group was Bluestar, Firestar, Oakheart, and Longtail.
"Good bye? What do you mean?" Bluestar asked turning to look at the two cats then realized what was happening, her eyes filled with sadness and understanding.
"Bye." Mosskit whispered and pressed against her mother. "I hope to see you again, and you too Oakheart." She added the last part as Oakheart looked over too, his eyes the same way.
Bluestar licked the kit "I am sure you will." Mosskit purred and then padded over to Oakheart.
"Good bye." She mewed, and Oakheart licked her.
"You will be the best warrior ever, just wait and see." Oakheart ourred softly to his kit.
Mosskit padsed back over to Snowyfur and let out a quick sigh. "Okay." She paused "I am ready."
Snowyfur smiled and leaned down to touch noses with Mosskit.
Mosskit started to shimmer and soon desolved into the air. The last thing the small kit saw was the picture of her two parents, standing and watching her. Bluestars blue eyes looked troubled and Oakhearts brown ones where full of happiness and pride.
DOWN ON THE CLAN TERRITORIES
A white and silver grey tabby she-cat layed ina nest in the Thunderclan nusery. She was tired, was building on her fur. Her blue eyes where tired and showed the pain she was in. It was night time but, many cats where in the clearing, wondering what is happening. A ripple passed through the she-cat's body.
"Eat these herbs and bite the stick." A grey tabby tom mewed, blind pale blue eyes stared at her.
The queen nodded and ate the herbs and picked up the stick in her jaws. Her belly was swollen with kits that would be born soon.
"On three push. Okay?" Jayfeather told her and did not wait for any sort of answer "one... two... Three!"
The queen pushed hard and a small bundle of wet fur landed on the moss next to her. She panted. Was it always this hard and exhausting? She could feel the ripples shake her body and she was getting tired quickly.
Jayfeather licked the kit and put the small mewling kit by the queens belly. He then put his paws on her belly for a short moment "Two more, Ivypool." He paused "Push!"
Ivypool bit on the stick and heard it start to splinter a bit in her strong jaws. A small bundle of fur fell onto the moss next to the other one. She did not hesitate and pushed out the last kit with a ton of effort, it hurt a lot but Ivypool did it anyways.
"Good job." Jayfeather mewed simply and licked the kits. "Two toms and a she-cat." He pushed the kits close to her belly. "What are you going to call them?" He asked.
Ivypool looked at her three kits. She saw a large orange tom with a white chest, paws, and tail tip. "Sunkit." She mewed, pointing to him. Then she pointed to a grey tabby tom with one large orange spot on his side. "Redkit." And finally she looked at her she-cat. It was a small pale, sleek furred grey-and-white she-cat. "Mosskit."
"Good names." Jayfeather mewd and then added "I will leave you rest. Congratulations." Then he left.
Ivypool looked at her beautiful kits and then curled up. Thank Starclan he did not ask who the father is!