Larchkit trotted past the tall oaks of Starclan. It was a warm green-leaf day - the usual. Starclan was boring - endless prey, no change and being bound their by the rules (Larchkit wanted to claw whoever made them up). They were no better than kittypets. In her huff, she hadn't noticed she'd stepped on someone's tail. A very important someone.

"LARCHKIT!" Yellowfang howled. The moment Larchkit processed what terrible things Yellowfang would most certainly punish her with, she was off. Even in Starclan, Yellowfang could always find a way to torture what ever unlucky cat annoyed her. Sadly, it had taken too long to process how many ways Yellowfang would torture her that the spry, old she-cat was already on her tail.

Larchkit sped up, swerving around the trees and shrubs. Out of the corner of her eye, Larchkit spotted a tree root peeking from the ground, at just the right angle to catch someone's paw...but it was too late to stop now. Larchkit tripped, the momentum of her fast-paced sending her tumbling through the air. She hit the ground with a heavy thump and lay still, eyes closed.

Yellowfang kicked the she-kit in the belly. "Your already dead you stupid furball." she growled through her fangs (which were in fact yellow). Larchkit groaned. Damn that convenient root. She sighed and rose to her paws. Yellowfang grabbed her by the scruff and started hauling her away to do Starclan knows what - actually, it was probably best she didn't know.

Suddenly, a muscular grey she-cat stepped from the trees deep in conversation with the two cats who flanked her - a white tom she recognized as Whitestorm and a sleek, pale ginger she-cat she knew as Goldenflower. Larchkit realized with a jolt that this wasn't just any old Starclanner, it was Bluestar. As if on cue (Larchkit had to wonder if there had been a cue. She wouldn't put it past Yellowfang, the old hairball) the grey leader caught sight of the medicine cat and her detainee. "Yellowfang, what as this cat done?" Bluestar sighed, this was the fourth time this had happened that moon. "She stepped on my tail!" Yellowfang growled "and the furball didn't even say sorry!"

Whitestorm nudged Bluestar, who leaned back to hear him. Her clear blue eyes gained a kind of twinkle Larchkit didn't think she liked. "Yellowfang, do you have any problems with a change of, erm, plans...?" Bluestar was winking hard. Something was definitely up - were they even trying to hide it? Yellowfang got the message quickly "I'm fine with that Bluestar..." her gruff voice had gained an oily quality to it. Bluestar flicked her tail "Come."

Whitestorm and Goldenflower flanked the leader as she padded towards a grove of trees while Yellowfang took the rear. The grove was the regular Starclan stunningly beautiful. Golden sun rays trickled through the leaves that covered the circular clearing like a canopy. In the middle was a pristine blue pond with a few water lilies floating on the surface. Larchkit had never been here before, but she had heard that this was how the older Starclan members watched the living.

"Now Larchkit" Bluestar began "we have a mission for you. Watch." She swept her grey paw over the water the crystal pool and to Larchkit's amazement (and considerable confusion) a scene began to appear: a purplish-blue she-cat with orange eyes and a large white star emblazoned on her head stood upon the high ledge of Thunderclan. She was nauseating to look at.

"Where-" Larchkit began but Bluestar cut her off "This is an alternate reality, one among many."

Larchkit gaped at the pool. An alternate reality? How was that even possible?

"The cat on the ledge is Gleamstar, formally known as Thunderclan's deputy: Stargleam." The silver-blue leader continued. "This reality used to be one much like our own: there were some changes of course...Cinderpelt never became a medicine and was Firestar's mate and Stormfur died instead of Feathertail, the three were different too, but mostly the same. That was when Gleamstar came: she was a normal she-kit named Skykit, the third daughter of Cloudtail and Brightheart, when an accident happened; she had escaped camp and had gone to the lake where she fell in. As she drowned, Starclan decided to grant her one last wish: they would give her anything she wanted. Little did they know that Skykit was already a bit of a twisted little kit and with her last wish she granted herself unimaginable power. She became Starkit, daughter of Jayfeather and Dawnsparkle, an all powerful warrior of, umm, much appeal to toms. And a few she-cats. She has every cat at her beck and call. We have seen what happens time and time again...BECAUSE THE FRACKING FANFICS CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF HER!" everyone stared at the leader for a moment before she regained her composure. "If she is not stopped, her power will grow further and even reach here. All of reality would be destroyed, replaced by her twisted world."

Larchkit was silent for a moment. It was all too much. She could handle the alternate realities, the twisted warlord Starkit but what the heck was a fanfic?! When Larchkit regained her ability to speak she asked her question "and your telling me this, why...?"

"We have just enough power to send one cat to that reality. One there, one back. We have decided that you are the perfect cat for the job."

"Wait" the she-kit asked as the Starclan warriors stared her expectantly "how do you expect me to defeat and all powerful warrior with every warrior in the clans at her side?!"

Yellowfang shrugged "I'm sure you'll think of somethin'"

With that, Larchkit watched Goldenflower lunge forward and push her into the pool. As she spiraled downward through the crystalline water around her, with no end in sight she faintly heard a call from above

"DID I MENTION SHE'S A BIT OF A NAZI?"

Well, Larchkit thought bitterly, just my luck.

Author's Note: As you know, I don't own Stargleam. But while the basic setting and characters will be the same but the grammar will be fixed and the story will be much different 3