Once upon a time, a small, shabby kit stumbled into a starclan-forsaken area… It looked around until its eyes laid on a big rock. The kit stepped onto the shimmering stone and was greeted by glowing moths. “Come with us!” the moths whispered. Come and play!” The fluffy kit placed its paw on the luminous moths and felt a strong wind. The kit was taken from reality. It soon woke up in star-clan, a shimmering, prey-filled, place with scattered cats. The star-clan cats all were shocked at its appearance. “Your prophecy! Apollowhisker!” Some cat called. The small kit was then taken into the paws of Apollowhisker, the huge beautiful she-cat. Her down-turned eyes looked down at the shabby cat. “Mothkit… Mothpaw… Mothwhisper… Mothstar.” The kit, now named “Mothkit” was crowded by cats as soon as the “star” was at the end of its name. “Moth…star??” Mothkit mewed, its tiny paws padding back to Apollowhisker. “Yesss. You are special, Mothkit.” Apollo whispered back. Mothkit felt a strong wind again, being forced back into reality. Mothy, was now radiating a soft glow. It had also grown the wings and antenna of a moth. “Who am I…?” It called to the emptiness of the sky. “Mothkit now.” The sky seemed to call back. “Mothstar later.” Mothpaw sat on the forsaken stone, its tail swishing slowly. It’s been 4 moons since the visit. It called to the sky once more; “What should I do?” The sky called to Mothpaw; “Grow a small clan, you will prosper.” The fluffy apprentice saw the moths again. They led Mothy to a garden. 4 kits were playing together in the flowers. As Mothpaw walked toward them, the moths settled in a crown shape on its head. “Who are you?” The small kits questioned, stopping their playfighting in the presence of Mothpaw. “I am the all-powerful Moth! You will follow me to thrive in a new place!” The tiny kits just stared. “What…?” They were scared and confused. But one orange tabby was brave enough to step forward. “Do you really think taking us away from our home will make us thrive?” The orange tabby asked. They seemed to be older than the other three kits. “Yes!” Mothpaw said. “It definitely will! I’ll take care of you and your friends properly, but you’ll have to do some things for me too.” The tabby turned away. “Do you guys want to stop living off of these two legs? Say I.” The kit said. “I!” Two of them shouted. The one that didn't say anything nodded. “Alright, come with me and Starclan’ll name you,” Mothpaw said, shaking its fur out, and happily bouncing to camp. The sky hummed in Mothpaw’s ears. The orange tabby stepped up first. “Maplekit…” Mothpaw echoed the sky’s words. Next, a grey tabby. “Crystalkit…” The quiet one, “Silentkit…” Finally, a mix of a grey and orange tabby. “Halfkit…” Mothpaw – when it was finished naming them– decided to teach them how to hunt. “I shall teach you all how to find and kill prey. We need prey as a source of energy. If we do not have energy, we will not survive.” It explained. “First, finding it.” The 4 kits listened, even if they weren’t apprentices. “Do you feel your snout? Breathe through your nose and tell me if you smell anything.” Maplekit did it first. “I smell something!” She shouted. “It’s a sparrow,” Mothpaw answered. The next kits smelt the same thing. “Now, we use our noses to tell us where it is. Since this sparrow is close, we will crouch to it.” Mothpaw started, and the kits followed.
you can make a thumbnail if ya want lol Mothkit/paw: A fluffy, grey kit, with the wings and antenna of a moth. Pronouns: It/its Maplekit: An orange, brave tabby. Pronouns: She/her Silentkit: A grey, mute tabby with big ears. Pronouns: He/they Crystalkit: A grey tabby with beautiful, "sparkling", blue eyes. Pronouns: She/her Halfkit: Half grey tabby and half orange tabby, also has heterochromia. Pronouns: She/her