"We're just havin' fun," Crimsonkit mumbled as he got back to his feet. "What's wrong about that?"

"Nothing's wrong about it unless you want to get eaten by a fox or a badger," Pantherpaw meowed. "Now everyone be walk quietly and listen to Lupinepaw and me or we'll take you right back to camp. Understand?"

Lupinepaw was slightly surprised by the sternness in Pantherpaw's voice. She was way better at this than he was. Something about her already seemed warrior like and he admired that. The two apprentices were similar in age but she seemed much more mature than him.

Ghostkit giggled again as Crimsonkit resurfaced covering in little snowflakes. "Hey, do you think that if I'm covered with enough little snowflakes that I'll become one big snowflake?" The silver tabby wondered aloud, taking a small paw and swiping at the snow in front of him with a squeal.

Mudkit pouted at Crimsonkit, playfully sticking her tongue out at him. "Well, at least I can pounce and keep my balance!" She retorted, bounding over across the snow to walk alongside her friends again. "When we're apprentices, I'll be the best hunter in the entire clan, no contest!" The brown kit held her head high proudly, but as she wasn't looking where she was walking, she nearly tripped over her own paws, barely catching her balance as she flushed embarassedly under her fur. "T-That was on purpose, I swear!"

"I'm going to be the best fighter. You can be the best hunter." Ghostkit said to Crimsonkit matter-of-factly. Nobody could be both so it was better for them to compromise. His father was a good hunter, but he would rather be good at fighting.

"H-Hey! Don't leave me out of this!" Mudkit hissed indignantly at her two friends, who were apparently trying to reserve the spots for being the best in Summerclan. "If you both are gonna be like that, then I'll just have to be the best hunter and fighter!" The proud she-cat huffed and marched ahead by Pantherpaw's side, feeling happy about the apprentice's praise. She padded on for a good several paces until Pantherpaw finally spotted the lake in the distance, and Mudkit was forced to stand on the tips of her toes to see it herself. "There it is!" She gasped eagerly, before turning back to the older cat, her face scrunching as she attempted to remember Greythorn's words.

"Um...um...o-oh! I remember now! Greythorn said Starclan will come and dance on the lake when the moon is at it's highest!" Mudkit's head snapped upwards, nearly causing her to tumble onto her back, though this time she regained her balance much quicker. "I-I can't tell...is the moon at the highest point yet?"

It was beautiful.
Above their heads, Silverpelt was shining at it's most brilliant; billions of tiny dazzling, twinkling stars flicked and shone brightly over the icy lake. The stars were so bright that it almost felt like daytime, none of the young cats had any trouble seeing at all. A soft fog surrounded the outside of the body of water, gently floating upwards in puffy clouds. Mudkit's eyes were wide in awe, and without thinking, she darted to the very edge of the lake before stopping to stare at its enchanting beauty. Then, after a few moments, she noticed large blobs of light bouncing around on the surface, almost...twirling.

Then the lights began to shift. Their forms changing and sparkling, until ghostly forms emerged that looked just like cats.

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A gorgeous sleek silver she-cat stretched as she observed the lake around her, taking it all in for a few seconds. It had been so many moons since she had last been in the world of the living; it was just as wonderful as she remembered. Her thoughts were paused as another she-cat, with a fluffy white pelt, moved beside her and licked her ear lovingly.
"What do you think, my darling? Lovely, isn't it?"
"It's amazing, mother. I never knew that Starclan could even do this!"

Suddenly, a ginger form flew past them, sliding on the ice and kicking up snow in his wake. Ragingfire laughed at the startled reactions of his mate and daughter, before turning to skate around them in several large circles. "Come on! There's no time for chit-chat! Rosewhisper! Beautifulgift! Come dance with me!"

Min purred as he followed his companions around on the ice. He smiled at the small kits along the bank, content with his afterlife in Starclan. He recognized one of the apprentices from his living days and flicked his tail. "It's so nice to stretch my paws again." The small brown tom called out as he slid along gracefully.

Lupinepaw's jaws gaped open with surprise. He hadn't listened to the tale and most certainly didn't expect it to be real! "It's amazing." He whispered to himself, glancing among the starry figures in the hopes that maybe his father, Dragonrage, was among the starry figures. He was not and the black tom couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed by that.

"Oh. my. Starclan. Literally." Ghostkit squealed, jumping high into the air with his excitement and tumbling a bit as he landed. But none of that mattered and he stared, unable to detach himself from the amazing sight before him.

"Who told you all about this, again?" Lupinepaw asked, not bothering to stop and look at the kits or Pantherpaw, they were all far too mesmerized to look away after all.

"Maybe. Do you think he's seen it before? How come he isn't here?" He asked curiously. Despite being their medicine cat, he was technically than even Lupinepaw who was currently the oldest apprentice in the den and would become a warrior soon.