Skystar always wanted another shot at raising a son well.
He'd lost Thunderstar and regretted it deeply, and even in Starclan the two hardly spoke. Then Tiny Branch had died and once Skystar joined him in Starclan he'd grown up all on his own. He loved Dew Petal and Flower Foot as much as any father could, but he still felt the need to make it up.
"Hey, Skystar," mewed Sparrowstar, "Skyclan tom was born recently, looks just like you."
Skystar perked up a bit. "How recently? Can he hear?"
Sparrowstar nodded a bit, "He's just learning to speak."
Skystar nodded, padding away toward the edge of Starclan and leaping down gently. As soon as he landed in the center of the Skyclan camp, four little kittens tumbled through his paws. Skystar sat on his haunches and let them roll through, not quite remembering that they couldn't feel him.
Skystar watched them quietly. Three were she-kits he figured were all from the same litter, the youngest was the tomkit that Sparrowstar had been speaking about. The oldest of the three sisters was the darkest brown tabby, the youngest pale brown and white, the middle a fair mix of her siblings.
"Drop that prey, nasty fox!" yowled the middle sister, tumbling over her rounder older sister. The tomkit promptly leaped on the pile, but the youngest sister picked up the moss they were using as prey and shot across camp.
"Yes!" squeaked the tom, "Good job, Fawnkit!"
Fawnkit let out a chirp and came back, dropping the moss as the dogpile dispersed. A dark ginger tabby tom, one ear still not popped, wobbly came over.
"Can I play!" he squeaked.
"No!" said the tomkit, "If we let you Flyheart will just scold us for hurting you!"
The young kitten frowned as the group ran off again, Fawnkit as their fox. Skystar quietly wrapped his tail around the kit. He thought Fircone would like to guide him.
Skystar watched until the sun set and their parents gathered the protesting yet sleepy kits into the nursery. Skystar sat close to the blue-and-white kit, sleeping next to the dark ginger tabby. When Skystar was sure he was asleep or was about to be, he pressed his nose to a little ear and entered his dream.
They were together in one of Starclan's meadows, the kitten looking around with wide, blue eyes, not yet realizing Skystar was there. When he did, he jumped a bit, but strut right up. Skystar smiled.
"Hello kitten," he mewed, trying his hardest to be soft, "What's your name?"
"Cloudkit!" he squeaked, "What are you doing on Skyclan territory!"
Skystar let out a mrrow of laughter, "Cloudkit, you're on my territory. This is Starclan." Cloudkit's eyes lit up. "Would you like to come on a walk with me, Cloudkit?"
Cloudkit gave one big nod, closing his eyes. Skystar smiled to himself and flicked his tail for the kitten to follow.
"I saw you playing earlier with your littermates-"
"Oh, they aren't my littermates," Cloudkit interrupted, "Well, Buzzardkit sorta is… Papa's nursing him because Starlingfeather found him alone in the woods and you're supposed to help all kits in danger!"
Skystar nodded, "What's your papa's name, Cloudkit?"
"Flyheart! He's Fennelstar's son!"
Skystar nodded. Yes, he faintly remembered watching over Fennelstar's life-giving ceremony.
"Hey!" Cloudkit squeaked, "Who are you!"
"My name is Skystar, I founded your clan. I'm here to teach you the warrior code."
Cloudkit's eyes lit up, and soon enough he was bouncing around, begging for Skystar to teach him.