Mosskit approached her father, who was sitting beside a small pool and looking into it. She sat beside the russet-furred tom and stared into the beautiful, starlit water. She saw what was going on in ThunderClan. The kit heard Graystripe's pleas. StarClan, I will plead to you for as long as it takes... Please let my best friend survive.
Mosskit twitched her ears, gray-and-white fur glowing with stars. Her heart cried out for the young warrior, and she wished there was something she could do to help him. But... StarClan isn't as powerful as the Clans think they are. There's only so much they can do. She looked back into the pool.
A small white kit, no older thanshe was, pounced on a butterfly but missed. Mosskit let out a purr of amusement. Her father - Oakehart - stiffened beside her. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Look," Oakheart instructed, pointing with his tail at a flying object.
Mosskit peered closer, realizing a hawk was swooping down to snatch up the deaf tom-kit. "No!" Mosskit heard an older queen screech.
The small, white kit looked up and his blue eyes stretch wide with horror and fear. He cried out for his mother, but as the queen jumped up to gram him, she was thrown off by the hawk. "Snowkit!" the queen wailed.
"Mama!" Mosskit could see tears streaking down the white kit's face, dampening his cheek fur.
Soon enough, she felt a strong pulse go through her. That pulse signified the death of another cat who is joining StarClan. The gray-and-white she-kit looked up at her father, whose mischievous amber eyes stared down at her.
"Go on," he meowed. "Go ahead and greet him."
Mosskit bounded away to find the tom-kit. He was standing by himself, calling out for his mother.
"You won't find your mother here, silly," Mosskit mewed.
The white tom-kit, Snowkit, turned his sky blue gaze to face her. "I just heard you," he meowed, astonished.
"Yes, you did," Mosskit told him. "You're no longer deaf in StarClan."
"I can hear?" he wondered. "In StarClan?"
"Of course," she meowed. "You're a part of StarClan now."
"I can hear!" Snowkit squealed, bouncing around with his thin tail sticking up in the air. He had a big smile spread across his face. "I can hear! I can hear!"
Mosskit flicked her tail, twitching her ears happily and her whiskers quivering in amusement. She was glad he was happy and excited to hear everything for the first time.
"My name is Mosskit," she meowed, once he'd stopped jumping around and squealing with delight. "I'm here to welcome you to StarClan, Snowkit."
"Mosskit?" Snowkit meowed, cocking his head to the side. "Who are your parents? Who are your siblings?"
Mosskit curled her tail in amusement, but also delight. No one had ever talked to her this enthusiastically before - aside from Smallear when she'd rolled down that snowy hill. "My parents are Bluestar and Oakheart, and my siblings are Mistyfoot and Stonefur."
"Bluestar...?" Snowkit looked confused. "But she's a ThunderClan cat. Oakheart's a RiverClan cat. They can't both be your parents unless..."
"Unless they were in a half-Clan relationship?" Mosskit guessed. "Yeah, they were."
"Oh," Snowkit meowed. "I don't care, though. You seem like a good cat."
"Thanks," Mosskit meowed, sweeping her tail around Snowkit's shoulders. "Come on!"
She raced down the slope with Snowkit chasing her, hard on her paws. "You're it!" she called over her shoulder.
"I'm gonna catch you!" Snowkit challenged.
"No, you won't!"
Very faintly, Mosskit heard Goosefeather - a former ThunderClan medicine cat - say, "Kits will be kits."
Mosskit ignored that and refused to let herself feel offended. She just enjoyed this joyous moment with Snowkit. Finally, a cat she could call her friend.