Bluemoon sat beneath the stars next to the Thunderpath. The monsters flew by her. She stared at the starry sky that shined above her. She gazed at Silverpelt and they shined brightly down on the living cats. She was only 10 moons old and was already a warrior. Most cats would expect her to be jumping for joy but.... She felt as though Ravenpaw, her best friend did not want to be around her anymore.... Was she jealous?! No, Ravenpaw couldn't be jealous of her! Ravenpaw would be a warrior at the right age with the right amount of training and Starclan won't come to her saying she's important! But Bluemoon on the other paw was destined for something by Starclan and she was to young to be a warrior and... She wasn't normal. What normal cats father lives in the mountains, most likely being a wild cat who stole her sister and ditched her mother. That wasn't normal. She wasn't normal. She shook her head. She got up and was about to turn around and head back to camp, but then she saw lights. Not just ordinary stars but stars so bright it hurt to look at them. She squinted. The Stars made out a shape. She looked at them and looked at the patterns. A cat. The stars made the shape of a cat. A Starlit cat.... "I know its you. I know you're up there..." Bluemoon whispered. "I am always with you..." A soft voice whispered into her ear. Her mother. Bluemoon took one last glance at the cat in the stars and turned and left. it felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Her mother still walked with her... She just walked the stars as well.... The starlight shined on Bluemoons pelt. The Starlit cat.
Songs: Dead Mom Silent Scream
