Hey guys.
If you remember this story.
It'll turn out a bit different.
I've decided to delete the old chapters and re-write them.
I won't be too excited or anything, because when I read those stories, it just bugs me a bit.
But anyway, this story is about a small bundle coming home with Jayfeather. Mosskit.
Firestar does remember seeing this kit, but he says nothing.
If you want, please send me some OCs or new characters, as I need some, for the Clans, Starclan, and the Dark Forest.
This is probably set up around The Last Hope, the end.
Though they didn't fight yet, and Hollyleaf is here.
I'll put a plot twist in the end later. ;)
Let's start, shall we?
P.S
This chapter is only a flash back.
The next will be a present moment.
A soft crackle of the ground spooked a nibbling mouse.
It jumped up, and dashed quickly away.
Bringing along its' small nut, in which it was eating previously.
"Mouse dung!
I was soooo close!"
A small, frusrated meow sounded from behind the mouse.
Some more click clacks of the ground signalled from behind a smooth rock, as out padded a small, sleek she-cat.
Or she-kit.
She had soft, sleek fur.
Pure white, and dappled with big spots of grey, the stars shone out like diamonds in her fur.
The icy crystals they called eyes sparked with irritation, and her whiskers twitched with annoyance.
The kit's paws padded frusratedly on the smooth pebbles of the river in Riverclan's territory.
The grey dappled kit stomped across the land, and bounded into another, near perfection, hunter's crouch, as she laid near the river.
Hungrily peering into the river, awaiting a moment to catch a silvery object.
Splish splash...
In a heartbeat, the kit had snagged her paw into the water, as pulled it out quickly.
Only to face a paw full of nothing.
"Grrreow!
I can't ever get this right!"
She growled.
Growled isn't the word..
It was more like...
Mewled.
"Mosskit? Mosskit
What are you doing here?
You know it's not safe to be near the river! Oh and so deep into Riverclan's territory!
Mosskit, get out of there!"
A silvery, blue furred cat stamped out into the riverbank.
Her paws crunching in the smooth pebbles, leaving small dips in the even pile.
Snatching Mosskit's scruff in her mouth, she turned, and stuck her tail high into the air, and proudly walked out.
"But! Bluestar! I was just playing!"
The small kit complained, lashing her tail back and forth.
The former Thunderclan leader growled softly.
"In Riverclan? You know we can't go there.."
She responded hotly, placing down her small kit, and licking her head, just as Mosskit grimaced, batting away Bluestar.
"Bluestar! Even though I have the name 'kit' doesn't mean anything!
I'm older now!"
She jumped to her own defense, her fur standing on end.
Small memories flashed through Bluestar's mind.
Snow..
Oakheart..
Cold..
Hungry..
She began to lap their pelts with her tongue, hoping to warm their cold, tired bodies.
Mosskit was too tired to complain, her breath coming in tiny billows.
"Mosskit?"
The grey and white kit wasn't fidgeting.
Bluefur lapped her pelt again. "Mosskit!" Panic started to grip at her.
She stared at the little bundle of fur, looking for the rise of her flank, a puff of frozen breath.
But the kit was perfectly still.
"Bluestar!
Are you even listening!?"
The blue she-cat snapped out of her trance like state, and focused again on the present.
"Y-yes?"
"I told you!I'm old enough now, I have enough experience! Please let me play!"
The small kit begged with pleaded eyes at her Starclan mother, doing her best kitty eyes.
And of course, her mother couldn't resist.
Chuckling, Bluestar agreed hesitantly.
"Of course Mosskit.. But don't ever stray too far out of Starclan..
Now's not a good time to get lost..."
"What do you mean, get lost?..."
Little did Mosskit now.
She'll soon experience that same meaning...
Very soon indeed...
To be continued...
It's short sorry.
I just wanted an intro.
It's probably really bad.
Sorry guys, it's been a while.