Welcome back to this trash can I call, Starkit's Prophecy: A Rewrite!

This chapter contains a suggestion to mature themes. A divider has been placed, interrupting your uninterrupted reading, so that you may choose to skip over this. HOWEVER, skipping this will result in the loss of an important piece of the plot. So it is your choice. Sorry, not sorry.

(The suggestion of the mature theme isn't very direct. It's subtle and stuff. So don't think that it's some kind of sin to read or something, idk dude.)

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QuoteOwl - yes, Hollyleaf is still evil. I guess I could have made a different cat evil, or even made an OC. But I didn't think of it. Needlessly to say, I don't believe that Hollyleaf is evil in canon either. Thanks for being reviewer number one, as well!

On with the story.


Chapter Four: Owl of the Night

"Starpaw, wake up..." A voice murmured.

Starpaw opened her bright yellow eyes and sat up. "What is it, Graystripe?"

"Will you be my mate?"

Starpaw stared at him. She would have laughed had it not been for the sleeping apprentices in the den. "Excuse me?" She managed to say without laughing.

Graystripe looked at her. "I asked…" He gulped. "I asked if you would be my mate."

The look in his eyes was genuine. She wanted to gag. She thought this had been some kind of joke… But no, here she was, facing an old tom that wanted to be her mate. She sighed. "I don't know..." She whispered. "Do you not love Millie?"

Graystripe shrugged.

She sighed. "This is too much to decide right now. Can't you give me time?"

Graystripe tilted his head, looking at her. She saw an emotion that she didn't recognize in his eyes. "Okay," Graystripe said, "Let's just go to the forest. You can think about it there for a while." She tilted her head. Why can't I just stay in camp? But he was a warrior; she had to listen to him. They quietly padded out together. Graystripe put his tail around her shoulders. It felt uncomfortable, but she didn't brush it off because she didn't want to be rude.

They started murmuring in the forest. "Graystripe, why do you want to be my mate?"

He purred. "You're really amazing. I don't know what it is that makes me like you so much, but you know what's really stupid?"

She tilted her head. "What?"

Graystripe meowed, "You!"

She burned with embarrassment and confusion. "What… What? Me? How am I stupid?"

He laughed. "You let me lead you out here alone. We're alone, Starpaw. Stay here, will you? I'll be back with some- some prey for us." He walked off without letting her answer.

She groaned and sat. The air was cold and the wind was picking up. Where is Graystripe? She faintly saw the horizon becoming red. No… I'll have to get up soon! Well… I would be getting up soon, anyway. Finally, she heard running pawsteps.

Graystripe was running towards her with a lot of sticks woven together with string from cobwebs. She was about to call out to him when he reached her quickly and raised a paw. All went black.

The next thing she knew, Graystripe and a tabby tom were scratching at each other, barking insults and hissing. The tabby tom threw Graystripe off of him and pinned him down.

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Starpaw moved to get up, but she was tied down by the sticks Graystripe had collected. Oh StarClan. StarClan above…

She looked at the toms fighting. The tabby tom spat in Graystripe's face. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? This poor Clanmate of yours! She is way too young for this! You are pathetic. I hope StarClan smites you!" He hissed at Graystripe. When Graystripe got up and tried to attack again, the tom bared his fangs and scratched at him. "Go back to your camp, you fox-heart!"

Graystripe growled but trudged back. He avoided Starpaw's eyes, and she seethed with rage. The tabby tom came over to her; he reeked of some foreign scent. "Sorry you had to start your morning like this. Let's get you out of here."

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"Um…" She hesitated. "Thank you."

He bowed his head. "I'm Owlpaw, by the way."

"Oh! Well, Owlpaw," she said, "why in StarClan's name were you on our territory?"

He groaned. "I knew you'd ask that. I saw your wonderful friend back there running through our territory, towards ThunderClan's. He was carrying those twigs in his jaws. I got very suspicious and followed him. I was kind of regretting breaking the warrior code, but now I'm glad I did. Anyway," he continued. "You have my name; what's yours?" Owlpaw asked.

She purred. "I'm Starpaw. Weird name, right?" He nodded, tilting his head as if simply asking, "Why?"

She laughed. "I don't know why my mother named me that. Maybe it's the star on my head. Who knows? Anyway," she continued, "You should get back to your Clan." She glanced at the sky. It was already turning purple on the horizon. How long was she out? It didn't seem like long.

He sighed. "Yeah. It was nice meeting you. Hopefully I'll see you at the gathering! I'll look for you."

She purred. "I will, too. Okay, bye, Owlpaw!"

"Bye, Starpaw!" He trotted quietly into the shadows.

She released a breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding. Looking at the three-quarters-full moon, she prayed to StarClan for a moment and then quietly returned to her nest.


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