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Chapter 3

Star

A quarter moon later, Light was hunting by herself when an unfamiliar scent crossed her way. She froze, remembering about the evil cats known as DarkClan who killed innocent rogues savagely. Was this cat one of them? Was she about to die?

She soon found out when a blurred shape leaped at her, making her shriek in horror. She was winded as he knocked her over, pinning her to the ground. She breathed in his scent. The cat whose scent she had just smelled! As her vision cleared, she saw her attacker.

It was a silver tabby tom, his pelt was fluffy. His eyes were a rich shade of blue, and full of fear and fury. His jaws were open, teeth bared as he snarled down at her.

"Who are you? Are you a DarkClan cat? If so, I'll kill you without a second thought," he growled furiously and viciously.

"N-no, I'm not a DarkClan cat, I swear to Starra!" she mewed. Starra was the deity all rogues worshipped, the she-cat whose gaze was always on them from above. She was never seen during the day, but at night her beautiful, star-filled pelt filled the sky. She was said to have been a kind Clan cat once, before dying and rising to the sky. She had been good to all, rogues included, her brother Tigerflame even once convincing Clan cats and rogues to work together in the great battle that had occurred around the time of Starra's death. Clan cats called her Silverpelt.

Two other cats resided prominently in the sky. Sunpelt and Moonheart. Moonheart became the moon, and Sunpelt; the sun. That was according to Clan legend, of course. The rogues barely paid attention to the last two, Starra was more important to them. Starra and Tigerflame.

The silver tom relaxed slightly, but did not release her. "Who are you?" he growled again.

"I-I'm Light, I'm a rogue like you, but I used to be a kittypet. Who are you?" she meowed, trying to sound defiant and failing.

"My name is Star," he meowed, seeming to believe her. He then released her. "Light, I've heard of you, I think. The young kittypet who was abused by her two-legs and ran away, then was taken in by Storm and Tasha."

"Yes, that's me," she meowed, relieved that she could stand again.

"Prove it, what are the names of their two kits?" he meowed.

"Snow and Willow," she replied without hesitation. "Snow is a tom, Willow is a she-cat. The three of us plan to join the resistance against DarkClan once we turn twelve moons old."

"Light! Are you all right?" Snow meowed, bolting over. "We heard you- Oh, Star! I haven't seen you in moons!"

"What? Star's here?" came Willow's mew as she joined her brother.

"You two know this crazy cat?" Light asked.

"Of course! His mother, Lilac, used to visit us before DarkClan arrived and messed things up. Then it became too dangerous because he and his littermates were too young to risk the trip," Snow explained. "What kept you the last two moons, though Star?"

"My mother is dead. DarkClan got her. And father, too," he explained. "Rhea and Aphrodite fled after they died, and I went looking for you. I'm glad I finally found you."

"Lilac and Rain are dead?" Willow gasped. "How?"

"DarkClan," Star replied grimly. "And if the resistance is real, I'll join it with you. Maybe Rhea and Aphrodite are there."

"Maybe," Willow replied sadly. "I hope they're all right."

"So do I," Snow agreed, looking particularly upset. "Rhea in particular."

"You still have that little kit-crush on my sister?" Star asked.

"Of course I do! Rhea always was the most beautiful she-cat in existence," Snow declared. "No cat was more perfectly built, no cat had a more shimmering silver pelt that glistened like the stars above. No cat ever was, nor is, nor will ever be more beautiful than Rhea!"

Light tilted her head and looked skeptical, while Willow held back a laugh. She leaned over to Light and muttered "there is nothing more amusing than a love-struck, moony tom!"

Light then understood, and rolled her eyes. Her "brother" was lovesick. Wonderful. She glanced back at Star. He was a handsome tom, the thought, his fluffy silver pelt well kept, his blue eyes were rich with colour. He was well formed, too. Yes, he was definitely handsome.

She shook her head slightly, an action that thankfully went unnoticed by the other three, who were still catching up. What she thought about his appearance was unimportant. She couldn't keep going back to the cat she had left behind, the cat who cared only about appearances. It was the cat inside that mattered, not the cat on the outside.