What is this StarClan you speak of? (Closed)

Bushkit really didn't want to be in the nursery. The nursery was for kits. And she was four moons old and very mature for her age. Of course she didn't belong in the nursery with the idiots she was forced to call littermates. Her world would be so much simpler without those two. The only logical course of action would be to sneak out of the nursery. Light on her paws, she slipped out into camp while nobody was looking. It wasn't like she wasn't allowed to leave the nursery. She was more than old enough too, and had before. But she wasn't allowed to go out into camp alone or without permission. And if she asked Tatteredleaf, Chervilkit or Flintkit would definitely notice and want to come out. That was why she had to break the rules and sneak out of the nursery. Once she had successfully escaped into camp, she realized that she had nothing to do out there. What was the point of sneaking out into camp when she was just going to sit around anyway? Looking around for something worthwhile to occupy her time with, she spotted Beepaw in the middle of camp. Maybe if she spied on him for long enough without him noticing, he would be impressed by her. First, she had to find a hiding place. Spotting the fresh-kill pile, she ran towards it. At first she had just planned to hide behind it, but now realized that she wasn't able to see him from that vantage point. Maybe if she climbed up a little ways, then she could see him better. While he might be able to see her ears then, he would probably just mistake them for mouse ears or some other rodent. After all, she was only four moons old and not that big. Jumping up towards the top of the pile, she landed on a squirrel. Immediately it fell down beneath her weight, sliding down the pile. Frantically, she flailed her paws for some sort of hold, her tiny kit claws unsheathed for a better grip. Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain and was was sent toppling tail over head down the pile.
"Ow," Bushkit muttered quietly when she had stopped tumbling. The squirrel had fallen with her, and it was up to her to drag it back into the pile. Grabbing the gray rodent's scruff, she made her way back to fresh-kill pile, despite the dead weight that probably weighed well over half as much as she did. Finally, she had reached the bottom of the pile again. Discouraged but not put off by her failure, she tried again to scale it. This time she went slower, calculating every step to make sure that she wasn't going to fall down again. Though she was going much slower than before, she successfully reached the top, only panting a little bit. Peering over the peak of the pile, she once again spotted Beepaw. Now she could go back to proving her warrior-level skills by spying on him. After just a few moments, she began to wish she had chosen a more interesting cat to spy on. Would he ever do anything worth spying on him for?

Beepaw had been thinking. A noise stirred him. A squirrel and kit had fallen from the pile. Hah. He kept her in the corner of his eye. She was watching him... Spying? "Oh Starclan..." He muttered under his breath. He turned his head. "I can see you."

"Aw, you found me," Bushkit sighed in disappointment, hopping off of the fresh-kill pile. Luckily, she landed on her paws, and she began walking closer to Beepaw. She had been caught, and her plan had failed. It was very sad, really. Now her chance to prove herself was gone for a while. Next time she decided to spy on someone, she promised herself that she would do better. Because successfully being able to spy on someone would be great. By the time she became an apprentice, she would be the smartest and most talented cat in the clan. Then a strange thought came to mind. The apprentice had said a word that she didn't know. StarClan. What did that mean? Many times she had heard of ThunderClan, SkyClan, WindClan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan, but never a StarClan. And nobody ever said "Oh ThunderClan" like they did with the word StarClan. Was it special or something? If so, why had she never heard of it? Well, now that she thought about it, she had heard it a few times before. Usually following the word "oh" in some statement. Maybe if she knew what it meant, she would become smarter. With this information, she could become the wisest kit in the clan! Then Leopardstar would have no choice but to make her an apprentice. Besides all that, she was just curious. What could this word mean? "What does StarClan mean? I've never heard of it before."

Beepaw blinked. How could she not know what Starclan was? He was about to explain, but then he got an idea. Oh, yes, this would be fun. "Starclan, you see," He began, padding closer, "Is a powerful group of cats. They pretend to be our anscestors, but they're not. They are evil and there to punish misbehavers and codebreakers. The whole Warrior Code was founded off it, and the whole way we live is according to their rules. Not that you should murder. You'll get punished for that. Nobody else knows this, so don't mention it." He explained, going along with the flow of what he said.

"If they're so bad, why does every say 'Oh StarClan' all the time? And what do they do if you break their rules?" Bushkit was entirely entranced by Beepaw's words. Was their really a group of all-opowerful evil cats pretending to be their dead family members? That was rude! Maybe if she exposed the truth, then everyone would like her better. But he told her to keep it a secret. While she had no intention of doing that, she would keep quiet for a few moons. Once she had gathered enough evidence, she would be able to save the clan from this great evil. Leaders names even ended with star, so even they must not know the truth. How had the apprentice figured this out if leaders hadn't? The lack of any doubt or suspicion in her voice would be found rather amusing by an unknowing bystander. "How do you know all of this?"

"Duh. You have to stay inconspicuous. When you break the rules, you could be exiled or something. I learned from an outsider who was schooled from Starclan."

"Don't say duh to me!" For a few moments Bushkit felt a surge of anger towards Beepaw and hit him with a sheathed paw, but as most kits are liable to do, she quickly changed back to intrigued and curious. "So we can't let anyone know, because that would be breaking the rules and we would get exiled, but you're allowed to tell me because I haven't already been tricked into believing their rules. Wow, that's pretty cool." Looking up at the apprentice, her kit mind didn't see anything suspicious at all. He was just an apprentice trying to help her not become tricked into believing what 'StarClan' told them to do. When she was a warrior, she would spread the word quietly and inconspicuously (whatever that meant) to everyone in the clans, and become respected for rescuing everyone from these evil cats! She might even be chosen as deputy for that, and then become leader! Rescuing the clans and becoming leader would be the best thing ever! Just as long as he didn't beat her to it. "Thanks Beepaw. And neither of us are going to tell anyone else, right?"

Beepaw shook his head. "Nope. Never. You're the only one who knows." Oh Starclan, this was fun!

"So you'll keep it a secret too? Good. I'm going to go spy on someone else now," Bushkit chirped, trying not to give away her secret. She really didn't want Beepaw to go telling anyone else an ruin her chance at becoming a hero. Turning away, she was about to go spy on Flintkit when a thought came to her mind. If every all-powerful cat was bad, then why did good things happen? There must be at least one all-powerful good cat. Just in case, she was going to ask about it. "Are there any good powerful cats? Because good things do happen."


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beepaw thought about it. "Maybe. I was only told about the bad cats, but the sun and moon are good possibilities."

"Okay, that makes sense. If you learn anything more from this outsider, tell me," Bushkit decided, satisfied with what Beepaw had told her. A bunch of really powerful evil cat lords were pretending to being their caring dead ancestors called StarClan, but were actually just making a bunch of rules that fit their needs and leading the clans to their doom. But there was some hope, because the sun and moon were powerful good cat lords, and if she got enough cats to follow them instead of the evil cat lords, they could be saved. At the moment, she was just a little kit who nobody would listen to. Someday, she would  become a great warrior and save the clans, becoming respected by all and possibly gaining power. If only this apprentice didn't beat her to it. Running back to the nursery, she decided to actually spy on Tatteredleaf, a full grown cat instead of a kit. If she was going to become a great warrior and save the clans, she should get as much practice as she could.