Starkit and Rosekit lied motionless on the cold rocks, which were now stained with blood. Goldensorrow, their young and beautiful mother, towered above them, whimpering loudly. She turned to her old mate, barred her teeth, and snarled, "You horrible-you disgusting, cruel-" she closed her eyes and hissed, "leave before I kill you." He nodded than ran off, leaving Goldensorrow with her two dying kits. She prayed to StarClan, and then touched each kit with her nose. Her heart froze. There was no pulse. She collapsed, beneath the rock that two lifeless kits laid on. Two lifeless kits with a prophecy.
Starkit sat up, and a sharp pain sliced through her body. She yowled, and bit hard into her sister's arm. Rosekit sat up, also felt the sharp pain, and looked over to Starkit. Both of them stared at each other, curious about the slight glow on their pelt. Sparkles suddenly covered the kits, and then disappeared. Now, the kits were extremely bright. They felt strange; as if they were floating free. "Where is mother?" Rosekit asked. Her beautiful dark purple eyes shimmered with curiosity.
"I-I don't know..." mewed Starkit, her meow shaky. The two 3 week old kits stared at each other again, and suddenly their eyes widened. At the same exact time, they whimpered,
"We are in StarClan!" It was just at that moment, that they realized they were completely alone.