Honeykit's alone in StarClan and is scared.

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    Honeykit walked around, the last thing she remembered was it being cold, she fell down and closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them she saw that she was here. "Hello? Anybody?"

    Shiningbreeze walked through the glowing trees of StarClan and saw a kit. "Oh dear...You must've barely..." she trailed off. "Yes, little one?" she mewed nicely to the kit. She knew how it felt.

    Pinefoot saw the young kit walking. He was always one of the first to greet new Clanmates, so he went to said hi. His eart sank as he saw how young the cat was... Just a kit. He hated it when kits died... "Hello, little one!" he meowed warmly.

    "A new one? And she's only a kit!" Secretlightning gasped in disbelief. "She probably didn't feel it at all... that's a pleasent thought"

    Pinefoot looked at Secretlightning. "Hello!" the ginger tom greeted warmly, his pine green eyes shining. Pinefoot was a nice cat, that's what everyone said.

    The massive ginger tom nodded. "Yes, it is me." he said. He hobbled over to her, his three legs moving rather slowly. "I hate it when kits join us here." he whispered. "They should have a longer life." Pinefoot went over to whisper, as to not make the kit feel bad about herself.

    Secretlightning nodded in agreement. "I hate it when anyone joins us. I always wish they could've lived longer... That is, with an acception of the elders. They're old, they were put on the world for a number of moons, and then it was their time to leave"

    Pinefoot nodded. "Well said." he meowed. He glanced back at Honeykit, sorrow filling his green eyes.

    Honeykit looked at all the cats, "where am I?" She wimpered, these cats scared her. They glittered like silverpelt.

    Rosepetal, the red tabby she-cat medicine cat who had died protecting a kit from a badger, softly pads up behind the shining cats. The shimmery cat said, "It's ok little one. Nothing can hurt you anymore. StarClan is with you," she said, her eyes filled with sorrow.