Driftstar awoke lying on the soft grass. He lifted his head and opened his eyes. Was he dreaming? The sky was azure blue, the grass green and lush, a clear river rushed near his paws. This wasn't like the last day he remembered, the stormy, cold night, where Blackfire had . . . betrayed him. But where was he? This place was beautiful. He had never seen anywhere like it in his life. He could smell prey, and plenty of it. Cats lay about, some hunting, others playing, others chatting merrily. Turning around, he found himself facing a tiny, dark brown she-kit. The lighter flecks of brown on her muzzle seemed to glow in the bright sunlight. Her warm yellow eyes blinked at him, and she dipped her head. "I am Specklekit," she squeaked. "Welcome to StarClan."
For fuanaleo.
