The stars are calling. (Closed)

Stars glittered in darkness of RiverClan’s camp. The gentle gleam reflected off the waters that lapped at the edge of camp. Soft blue eyes that gleamed with light traces over the camp.

The warriors den… where she had once resided. The camp, that she had defended… reared young and even looked after the older clan mates. A blink of a soft silvery eye, and her gaze turned towards the leader’s den. Torrentstar laid there now. No longer was it home to Ivystar or Jaystar… but he had earned that right. A soft smile was on her starry muzzle as she nodded respectfully despite the tom being unable to see her.

No cat would, but him.

She turned, her expression soft at the nursery. For so long, she had spent time there… and now a new kit would be able to leave it. To follow a calling that would bring happiness… but also heartbreak and danger. It pained her, but she padded forward. Her paw prints left the lightest indentations. Perhaps a particularly nose-sensitive cat would smell the faintest trace of a new scent, but it hardly mattered. She reached the kit. His little black body, and soft patches of skin endeared her. She pressed his muzzle to his forehead, and vanished from the real world.

Now, she stood in a familiar starry clearing. The young kit’s conscience brought to her, as it would have been had he gone to the moonstone. Her gaze gentle and calm as she blinked at him. Voice warm and purring.

"Welcome, Spiderkit.” She greeted. Her tail flicked beside her, then wrapped itself around pale silver paws. "I’ve brought a message for you.”

In the midst of a deep seep, Spiderkit's chest rose and fell gently with slow, shallow breaths. He was curled up on a large patch of dry moss. He was very comfortable, letting out a little snore every now and then. 

Suddenly, his peaceful sleep was interrupted by a strange, rather indescribable sensation on his forehead. It was almost cold, but warm at the same time. It seemed to both wake him up and pull him into a deeper sleep.

 As Spiderkit opened his eyes, he saw not the dark, cozy nursery. He saw a beautiful starry landscape that seemed to glow softly. He was so engrossed in his almost magical current surroundings that he completely didn't notice the cat next to him. He jumped when she spoke, startled, but soon settled down at hearing her sweet, smooth voice. Motherly, even.

"Where am I? Where did RiverClan go?" He squeaked questioningly, large eyes peering up at the mysterious she-cat.

"You’re in StarClan.” Dewshine’s voice was calm, gentle despite words that could have been terrifying. Her soft purr audible against the silent backdrop of the starry landscape. "My name is Dewshine” She added as she stood and stepped towards him.

"We need your help...” She paused, her voice stalled for a moment before she pressed onwards. "Well, Mistleshine needs your help. She’s sick, Spiderkit… but she can be healed.” Dewshine’s eyes closed for a moment. Her starry pelt flickered slightly. It wouldn’t be night for long, but she reopened her eyes with their familiar glow. A foreleg reached out, and she pulled Spiderkit close to her. Starry pelt warm against the cold kit… who wasn’t really a kit anymore.

As she hugged him, she murmured comfortingly.
"You must go to Torrentstar. Ask him to send an apprentice for Mossbloom, She is the medicine cat of ThunderClan…” She pulled back. Letting the thin-pelted kit go, "Tell him Dewshine sent you… and… that I thank him. For everything.” Darkness crept at the fringes of starlight. A gentle darkness, that whispered of warmth and comfort. The kit’s life would be on a new path now. He would never be a fierce warrior…

Instead, he would heal. If he embraced it, he would do well. She could see it easily… but she wondered if she should tell the kit directly, or if he already knew since she had appeared that he was destined to be a medicine cat. She waited for his reaction with patience.

Spiderkit's eyes widened at Dewshine's words. StarClan? He had heard of it from elders' stories, though he'd always assumed it was a made up story to scare kits like him. He opened his mouth to ask one of the many questions racing around his head, but the StarClan cat's calm yet authorative voice settled his mind.

He leaned into her embrace, hanging onto her every word. He probably should've been scared, given the situation, but this didn't cross his mind. As a matter of fact, he stayed calm and still as if asleep. When Dewshine finished talking, the small lanky tom nodded. Truthfully, he didn't understand what was going on. Not really. But from Dewshine's tone it was clearly important, he understood that much. Especially if it involved Torrentstar, as he was a very important cat. Spiderkit shivered slightly at the notion of talking to him, hoping that he was a nice leader. He must be, he rationalised, if Dewshine likes him. He was nervous, but that was outweighed by his sheer giddiness to play an important role in the Clans. It wasn't every day you got visited by StarClan! That reminded him, only medicine cats and leaders got messages like this, which meant... "am... am I going to be a medicine cat?" It was an odd conclusion to come to, but she had mentioned that Mistleshine needed healing...

Her pale silver head nodded slowly. Confirming his suspicions without hesitation.
"Yes, Spiderkit.” She answered. "...does that bother you?” The question was spoken gently, but there was a weight there. He’d never learn to fight like a warrior, and to some medicine cats…

Well, some had hated it. She had been in StarClan long enough to meet many cats, from many different clans. It was strange how StarClan felt like one large clan up in the sky, how the borders just seemed to fade… like there was never any reason to fight at all. She forced those thoughts away, they were not relevant now. Instead, she padded forward once more. Ready to send the kit back to the waking world.

"You are going to be great, Spiderkit. The first step, is to wake.” She pressed her muzzle gently to his forehead a final time. Leaving the kit with that strange feeling once more. As the darkness of the waking world swept in and pulled her away. Back into the stars, without any trace except for the scent of an unfamiliar riverclan cat.

Spiderkit was itching to ask more questions, to gather some semblance of what was going on here. Dewshine's question was answered with a quick shake of his head, though the real answer wasn't nearly as simple. Him, a medicine cat? It was true that he wasn't the most skilled at stalking and pouncing and fighting, but was this really the right path for him? Would he disappoint his Clan? Could StarClan have been wrong? These were all questions begging to come tumbling out of Spiderkit's mouth, but he had no time to let them as he was being transported back into the real world.

 His forehead felt that odd, not entirely unpleasant feeling again and he felt a rush of inertia for a split second. Then, all the stars suddenly faded from existence along with Dewshine. His eyes were now closed, he realised. It was as if his body had not moved at all since he'd last been in the RiverClan nursery, despite the vivid memory of opening his eyes and moving around in StarClan. Perhaps it was all a dream? No. It was much too lucid to be a dream. A vision, then. It had to be. Just like he had heard about in stories. 

Spiderkit opened his sleepy eyes once more to be greeted by a twilight sky twinkling with millions of tiny stars. Dewshine was up there, he realised. Perhaps thousands of other cats. And it would be his job to speak with them one day. But these were ponderings for a different time, as Spiderkit was quickly drifting off yet again into a peaceful slumber. Tomorrow was a big day. 

Ooc: Thanks for making this topic for me, I really appreciate it! Where do I go from now?