Three cats with stars in their fur stood over a small pool of water, each one of them gazing deep into the cold, glimmering liquid.

One of the cats, a dark gray tom, shook its head "Poor kit." He muttered "It just didn't have enough fight in it." The other two cats responded with only small nods of agreement and gloomy, inaudible mumbles. Even in a paradise like Starclan, it was never good to see a cat join its ranks, especially one so young.

After another long, awkward silence, a black she cat spoke up "I suppose I should go and welcome the little one. I'll catch up with you two later." She meowed, before turning around and stalking away.

She walked through the field of tall grass, eventually picking up her pace and breaking into a run. It felt good to be able to run, when she was forced to stay in her nest due to old age and sickness for the last few moons of her life, prior to entering Starclan. Back then, her deputy, named Sleetstorm at the time, did most of her duties for her due to her sickness. Now she didn't need anyone to do anything for her, and she was as strong and powerful as she was in her prime.

Eventually, the black she cat made it out of the field, and onto a path which led towards the Riverclan camp, full of Starclan cats who were former warriors or medicine cats of Riverclan. There, she waited for the kit to appear. It shouldn't take too long. Kits and elders usually arrived in Starclan the fastest. Kits because they were weaker and less able to fight the pull of death, and elders because they were prepared to join Starclan's ranks.

The she cat smiled when the kit finally faded into Starclan. She wasn't happy that a kit so young was entering Starclan, but wanted them to feel welcome. "Hello, Oozekit." She meowed softly "I am Reedstar. Welcome to Starclan."

The kit looked confused, staring at her, before looking around at its surroundings with wide, fearful blue eyes. The poor thing was barely over a moon old. She wouldn't be surprised if the kit didn't even understand what she was saying.

"Come on," Reedstar beckoned the kit, nudging it forward with her muzzle towards the Riverclan camp. The kit cautiously entered, followed by Reedstar, who led the kit towards the nursery. It would be cared for there. All of the queens who died with their kits would help raise the kits in Starclan whose parents were still alive.

Once she was sure the kit was safe with the queens in the nursery, Reedstar turned to leave the camp and go back to the pool. By now, no one else was there, leaving only Reedstar to look into the pool's waters.

Oozekit's mother was understandably upset with her kits death. Reedstar sighed. Hopefully Riverclan could make it through leaf-bare without greencough killing any more of their young cats. Especially ones with such important paths already aligned by the stars.

There was one kit, especially, who she thought had potential, both good and bad. If they chose the right path, they could be a very valuable asset to the future of Riverclan. If they chose the wrong path, it could lead the Clan into moons of terror and treachery. It would all depend on who they trusted, and maybe even... who they loved...

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Word Count: 577

I hope you all enjoy this story so far and stay tuned for more! I'm very excited to finally be writing again!

Also, shoutout to milixioooo for being a huge part of my warriors roleplay that inspired this story