Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1227829657/ Previous: Thats... thats not possible. Is it? First: Your here, silly! TW: Mentions of death and re-incarnation. Click away if this triggers you. This whole warrior cats story is intended for ages 11+. Snowstar was in the medicine den. She could feel herself slipping away. She looked over at Morningglow, the medicine cat who had been trying to keep Snowstar alive the past two days. It was too too late, she thought weakly. As darkness swirled, her last thought was of her Clan, and the hope that they would survive. Then, nothing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Darkness. But not cold, not empty. It was warm, comforting, like a soft moss nest. Snowstar opened her eyes, or tried to. She felt... different. Lighter. She looked around, and gasped. She was in a place filled with stars, glittering and swirling like a river of diamonds. Cats, transparent and glowing, padded silently around her. "Welcome, Snowstar," a deep, rumbling voice spoke beside her. Snowstar turned to see a huge tom, his pelt the color of a pine tree, his eyes like ancient starlight. "Pinestar," she breathed. She knew him from the stories, the wise leader of StarClan. Pinestar dipped his head. "Your sacrifice was not in vain, brave leader. SkyClan will endure." He paused, his gaze thoughtful. "But a new challenge awaits. A darkness stirs, and your Clan will need your wisdom once more." Snowstar felt a surge of hope. "I can return? Help my Clan?" Pinestar's eyes twinkled. "Not as yourself, Snowstar. Not as you are now. You will be given a new life, a new beginning. Your spirit, your essence, will be placed within a newborn kit." Snowstar's heart thrummed with a strange mix of fear and excitement. A kit? She, a powerful leader, reduced to a helpless kit? "But... which kit?" Pinestar's gaze was ancient and knowing. "That is for the stars to decide. One of three, born this very night, as your spirit passes to us. One will carry your spirit. One will lead." He paused, his voice softening. "You will not remember, not at first. But when the time is right, your true self will awaken. Guide them, Snowstar. Protect them." As he spoke, a brilliant light enveloped Snowstar. She felt herself being pulled, not downwards, but outwards, across the star-dusted plains of StarClan. She saw, far below, the familiar territory of CedarClan. And then, in the nursery, three tiny bundles of fur, squirming beside a she-cat. One white, one mottled brown, one bright ginger. The light pulled her closer, closer still, until she felt herself merge with a kit, just taking it's first breath. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, in the CedarClan nursery, Petalheart licked her newborn kits. Three of them. Rainkit, a pure white she-kit. Barkkit, a strong brown tabby tom. And then, Brightkit. Petalheart purred, exhausted but content. Her kits were safe. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something profound had just happened, something that would change SkyClan forever.
