Starshine's Secret

Prologue
"What's happening?" meowed a she-cat.

"Nothing good!" spat the old tom.

"Calm down, Cloudpelt…"

"There's nothing we can do for her" sighed a new voice.

"But…But there must be!" cried out the she-cat. "We can't just let her die…"

"Wintercloud…" soothed a new she-cats voice.

"Treefire?" meowed Wintercloud.

"I'm here…I always was…"

"What do you think we should do?"

Treefire dipped her head and closed her eyes.

"I have to agree with Snowstorm…" breathed the elderly she-cat.

"Snowstorm," Wintercloud turned toward her. "You would really be willing to let your own sister die?"

"I wish there was something I could do for her, but its out of our paws, now…"

"I just feel bad for Starshine…" sighed Wintercloud.

"Why?" pressed the old tom.

"Well…Cherryblossom may have been her last connection to Snowstorm…"

"She has Breezeheart!" retorted Treefire.

"He's in a different Clan!"

Treefire sighed. Each cat faded into the stars.

Chapter 1
"Breezeheart?" called a young, silver she-cat.

She watched as two blue eyes peered out of the bushes. "Hey!" She stifled a purr as he came tumbling over the old thunderpath that marked the border between DoveClan and MidnightClan. "I thought you'd have learned by now!" He heaved himself to his paws and shook his pelt. "Wh--Something tripped me!" She let out a mrrow of amusement. "Come on Starshine! We aren't gonna spend the whole night talking about something that already happened, are we?"

"No.."

"Wanna go to the gorge?"

"Really?"

"Sure!"

The two young cats walked alongside each other as they walked toward the gorge where the Clans held Gatherings. Starshine looked at the gorge once they had come to the thornbushes that led into the gorge. "Hard to believe we both met here when we were both new apprentices…" breathed Breezeheart.

"I remember it like it was yesterday…"

After the Breezeheart padded through the thornbushes, Starshine found herself squeezing through. She let out a snort once she got through. "Too much fresh-kill?" He teased his mate.

"Huh? Maybe hunting is good in MidnightClan!" she scoffed.

Starshine looked around. "It's so…empty…"

"Well, what do you expect? Clan cats to be here every night?"

She stifled a purr of amusement. The young she-cat looked into Breezeheart's eyes. "It would be so much…simpler if were in the same Clan…"

Breezeheart looked at her. "Is…Is something wrong?"

"Breezeheart---"

A cat stepped out from the thornbushes. "Breezeheart?"

Breezeheart looked at his mate and flicked his talk toward some nearby bushes. She nodded and rushed to hide in them. Starshine strained to listen. "Breezeheart! What are you doing here?!"

"Uh…I…er…needed to stretch, so I took a walk…"

"Alright…well come back to camp when your ready…"

As she heard the thornbush rustle, she walked back over to her mate. "You were saying?" he purred.

"I…I'm going to have kits…"