Yesterday was Silverstar's birthday, and as a little gift, I wrote this small piece for him. I'm still waiting for him to read it, but in the meantime, I've decided to post it on here because Morningpaw asked me to.
Several years ago, underneath the starry night sky, a kit was born. He entered the world strong and healthy, with a coat of silver and black that gleamed in the light of the full moon. This was a kit of legend, one whose fate would steer the entire Clan.
Silverstar lay in his nest, his head resting on his paws. He was bored out of his mind. Bluetail, his workaholic deputy, had insisted that he take the day off, and he didn't want to leave his den. The kits and apprentices would ask too many questions about the day of his birth. As if he could remember.
"Hey, Silverstar?" some cat called from the entrance to the cave.
Great StarClan, they're invading my den, too! "What is it?" he growled.
"May I enter?"
"Fine."
It was Glacierstorm. Her presence in his den wasn't what perplexed him, but rather the object in her possession. The bleachy-white she-cat entered the cave backwards, dragging with her a ball of moss bigger that herself.
Silverstar stared wide-eyed. Words failed him. He remembered playing with moss balls all the time as a kit, but those were a fraction the size of this colossal creation.
"Have fun!" Glacierstorm purred, and left without a further word.
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Happy 18th, Silverstar!