Firestar shot up in his moss in a sharp movement. Where was he? The moss was soft, like his den's was. He could remember... Dying. He could remember that, and Spottedleaf. In fact, he could remember everything. But he felt... Small. Rather small. He picked up a paw and gave a gasp. He was tiny. He was mini. He was a kit. That was the only explanation for this. Spottedleaf's words flooded back to him. ' Your life will go back, but this world will not. ' Yep, that made alot of sense. Not.
He watched the nursery door, and saw his daughter come in. " Hello, Firekit! I can see why Bramblestar convinced me to call you that. You really look like Firestar! " She purred. He gave a huff and stood up. " Squirrelflight... Um... " Firestar - Sorry, Firekit - muttered, trying to find the words to say that... That he was his own grandfather. " Yes Firekit? " Squirrelflight asked, cocking her head. " Um... Do I have a sister or brother? " He asked. His mother just purred. " Of course. Your father was quite smart you know. You have your sister Snowkit and your brother Airkit. " Firekit tried to wrap his head around it.
He suddenly felt a heavy body ram into him. He knew immediately what to do, twisted himself around and avoiding the heavy weight. " Huh? " Firekit whimpered, backing away. The heavy body was none other than, and he was sure of it, his best friend Smudge. " Smudge?! " He cried, leaping back. The cat looked at him with eyes of soft relief.
" Yes. Thank goodness, someone knows who I am. Rusty, whats going on? I was just eating food until this cat came up to me saying a friend would love my company, then just disappeared, and here I am now. I'm a kit, for goodness sakes! " Smudge hissed in a low voice. His eyes flashed in curiousity. " Do you know, Rusty? " Firekit rolled his eyes. " It was Firestar, but I guess its Firekit now. I think your name is Airkit. And, no. I don't know. " He lied, pretty sure he had a good idea of what was going on.
Smudge knew his thoughtful look and narrowed his eyes. " Are you sure? I was talking to Princess, her name is ' Snowkit ', and a few other kittens. They say that they were different cats in former lives. One of them was Whitestorm, I name. " Firekit wasn't listening after that point. He was clambering, falling, racing to get to the white kit he spotted. His eyes flashed amber and he, too, was whispering in a low voice. " Whitestorm! Whitestorm! " He cried out, falling flat on his face then running again.
" Firestar? Firestar! " Whitestorm ran up to him and they began covering each other in friendly licks. " Whitestorm! I can't believe it! " The white cat laughed, his voice squeaky and unlike the cat he knew. " Its Whitekit will not believe how many cats are here that say that they had a different life. " Firekit gave a laugh. " My new name is Firekit. I hate being a kit again. But I bet I'll get through the apprenticeship fast enough. " He gave another high-pitched laugh before looking around and spotting Princess. It was quite simple, really. Her coat was unlike any other. Perfect and... Well, Princess.
" Is Graystripe here? " Firekit asked Whitekit. " No, sorry. Would be nice. Silverstream is here, though. " Whitekit muttered. Firekit looked up as a deep familiar voice seemed to boom around the nursery. " Brambleclaw! " Firekit squeaked and ran up, purring and rubbin up against him. " Firekit! Firekit! " Brambleclaw picked up the kit by the scruff and put him on a ledge of moss. He seemed to look at him intently. " Firekit, just a moon ago was a battle of a place we call the Dark Forest. Your grandfather died, and his name was Firestar. You, you look just like him. By the way, it's Bramblestar. How did you know I was Brambleclaw? " He asked, tipping his head.
" Nothing. Nothing. " Firekit muttered, struggling to keep himself from bursting out the truth. He leapt down when his father moved a paw gently, and walked heavily, knowing that he couldn't keep this truth in for long.