((Long ago there were two starclans, one for apprentices and up, and then one for kits. Medicene apprentices would talk to Starkitclan, while their mentors would speak to Starclan. Then, over the years the two starclans got into an argument. One of the elder starclanners told a medicene cat to ignore the kits. The medicene cat told the others, who told their leaders, who told their clan. Starkitclan was forgotten. But one cat from each clan, will be chosen to bring back Starkitclan. This will be the first three posters since I am one of them!))
Mourningpaw stirred in her nest, caught in a dream. A forest covered in darkness and cloaked in mysterious lights. Mourningpaw stepped toward one of the lights. She saw it was a kit, "Who are you?" she exclaimed. The kit was glowing red. Its voice was full of wails of cats, "I'm Fernkit." It said. Its pelt was full of little orange and yellow stars. "Where is this place? What do you want from me?" Mourningpaw said, her voice trembling. "This is Starkitclan. It is unknown because your ancestors told everyone to forget about the deseaced kits. We need your help to remind them about us." The kit said. "Now, I'm going to tell three more cats. All apprentices like yourself. Now, wake up."
Mourningpaw awoke with a snap. "Go back to sleep my sweet." Her mother's warm breath ruffled her earfur as Mourningpaw fell back to sleep.