Besides Typical, my most well-written and favorite fic/oneshot, this one is pretty good.
It's Not My Time
Who are you, young kits, with starlight in your fur? StarClan... I do not know of them. I do not know of any ancestors. You know of Rock? so do I. My name is Fallen Leaves. Blossomkit? You are Clan kits, are you not? What are your names, you two? Mosskit and Adderkit. No, my name is not weird, Blossomkit. I'm just from a different place than you. Even I don't know much of your Clans, besides the cats that were lost down here- did you know about that?
But that's not why you came here, is it? You wish to learn about the cats that walked here before? Very well, settle down. I'll tell you about my family. And my-my Clan? Well, I guess you could call it that...
Well, Mosskit, there was a leader. His name was Furled Bracken, but the others appointed him- not StarClan. Ancestors? We didn't even know anything about what happens after a cat dies. Yes, that means leaders had only one life- why would a cat have more? When I was born, a cat named Cloudy Sun was the leader, but before I was even a softpaw- a cat in training- she retired as an elder to live with the other elders, Running Horse and Shallow Pool.
Right- Furled Bracken called meetings, let he was not a leader as you see it. The cats didn't have to respect or obey his orders. No, Adderkit, there wasn't any medicine cats or deputies. Just Sharpclaw's in line next. They would be the full grown cats- warriors, as you call them, I think. The cats that I can remember clearly were Dark Whiskers, Chasing Clouds, Stone Song, Broken Shadow, Dawn River, and Jagged Lightning, though there was more.
I wasn't a sharpclaw, Mosskit. I was a softpaw in training with the others. Jay's Wing, Dove's Wing, Half Moon, and Fish Leap were the softpaws around the time that I died. Jay's Wing became a sharpclaw just before my Clan left.
We didn't live like a Clan as you do, though. We lived in our own dens around the territory, WindClan, I think, would be above us in this particular tunnel. The cats all hunted for themselves, and more than one cat knew how to cure an ache. Sometimes we would visit the elders or queens to give them food, but mainly the leader hunted for the elders. Isn't that different from how you live?
How do you young cats know about Rock, may I ask? He told you about the Clans? Well then, aren't you- you mean the cats in the Clans, thank you, Blossomkit. Rock is very powerful, I always knew that. Of course, not in the essense of claws and teeth. Knowledge is power, little kits.
You must be leaving now, Mosskit? That's okay. It's about time for me to take a rest too. Not that I really need anything... One more question, young kits. Do you know of Jaypaw? His name is Jayfeather now? Thank you. He- he means something to me.
Goodbye! What, Adderkit? You want me to come with you, up to StarClan? I suppose I could. But it's not my time. I will stay down here, perhaps forever. It's not my time.
