A/N: I have the story pretty planned out, so this will update rather quickish. :D Thank you for the reviews!
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Maia gasped. Across the shore, thousands of cats were amassed. And not just ordinary cats, but cats with shining eyes and fur that had stars sprinkled throughout it. The apparent leader, a tomcat with dark ginger fur and white paws, stood and began to walk around the lake.
Maia rubbed her eyes hard. Surely this was a hallucination, and she was under the influence of anesthesia in the hospital, while doctors fought to save her life. When she stopped rubbing and looked, not a thing had changed.
Except for a small kit that had appeared, laying in between her and the ginger tomcat. It did not stir, and Maia knew it was dead. A mist began to swirl out of the kitten's body, gathering into a kitten of stars, like all the other cats gathered round. The ginger cat looked up at her, and though no words were spoken, she had an understanding of what he meant.
You are needed, Maia. You have choices. You can become this kitten, and have your second chance at life. You will not remember your past until it is time, but you will have a great destiny.
Or you can move on, to the Great Beyond. Choose carefully, for this will be your last chance at the full life you should have lived.
Maia sighed. Was this really a choice? Of dying, or getting a new lease on life? "Alright." she said aloud. "I'll do it."
The world fell out from under her feet, and all was black. The small kit gasped. Her eyes were shut, but she felt herself dangling from something by the skin of her back. The scent was not her mother, and she let out a pitiful, rasping mew.
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Nightwing walked through the tunnel leading out of camp, the stillborn kit dangling from her jaws. Behind her, the grief-stricken yowls of the bereaved mother carried on the still air. Suddenly the kit twitched in her mouth, and Nightwing stopped dead. Could it be? Just as she was about to pass it off, the kit jerked, let out a rasping mew, and continued to breathe on her own. Nightwing hurried to camp as fast as she could, without harming the kit.
"Have you named them yet?" Snowfur, another queen, was looking fondly at Silverfern and the five scraps of fur nursing at her stomach. "Yes, we have." replied Redclaw, the father. "Moonkit," said Silverfern, tapping a pure white she-cat at the end gently with her tail. "And Yellowkit, Grasskit, Sootkit, and Dawnkit." she continued, naming a bright yellow tom, a tabby and white tom, a dark gray she-cat and the golden-brown miracle kit respectively.
And in Silverpelt, the warrior spirits continued to watch, hoping their decision was right.