Hullo! Leafsplash-Of-ThunderClan here, though many of you probably know me as Leafy. c: Anyway, this is an idea that KatieK101 (who's an awesome writer by the way, you should totally check her out) came up with, to create a book of Blue Moon one-shots, written by loads of different people! I thought it was a fantastic idea and a great way to also share all the lovely one-shots that you guys entered in the one-shot contest. Anyway, so anyone can submit a one-shot, if you're interested in featuring your own Blue Moon one-shot, just drop me a PM and I can set up a DocX connection so that you can send it over to me! I'll also be contributing a few one-shots of my own at some point.

Without further ado, I present the first one-shot, the winner of the Blue Moon One-shot contest;

Stardust by KatieK101

Stardust was always the first word that came to everyone's mind when they first arrived in StarClan. Massive amounts of stardust were sprinkled around the seemingly endless territory, causing everything they rested on to glitter and gleam. But tonight, I thought they shined just a little bit brighter than usual.

A content smile tracing my lips, I turned my attention to the minnow pool that rested in front of my paws. As if knowing that it held my attention, the pool started to shimmer until a image spread across its surface; ThunderClan.

The image stilled for a short moment before zooming in on a pale ginger she-cat, who lay close to the nursery. I noticed that her belly was round with unborn kits. "Seedflight," I thought fondly. So spunky and sassy that one was. So much in fact, that she had enough spunk and sass to decide her own destiny, against StarClan's wishes.

The green-eyed she-cat had resisted her original calling to become a medicine cat, instead training in the ways of a warrior, and soon after that, fulfilling the position of Snowfall's mate. In the end it seemed that Seedflight's instinct had been correct, for it was young Ravenkit – now Ravenheart – who had discovered the cure of the decease that the divisions had inflicted on the clans. She was now ThunderClan's second full-fledged medicine cat, and still showed immense positional.

Just then something in the image changed, and a snowy white tom joined Seedflight, and licked her head lovingly. "Snowfall." One of the three cats who had gone to save SkyClan, and bring them to their rightful place beside the lake. Seedflight purred and leaned up to nuzzle her mate, before giving her stomach a quick washing. Her kits would be born soon.

As my attention shifted, so did the pool's star-frosted reflection to inside of the nursery, Ambersky and Lilystream were resting. Lilystream was much less pregnant then her sister, but by the way Foxleap had been acting the last few days, one would be inclined to believe that the kits had just been born.

And unlike both of her expecting denmates, Ambersky's kits had already arrived three sunrises ago. "Two she-kits and a tom. The complete opposite of her own birth-litter." The irony of it all was quite laughable, and brought another smile upon my face. Ambersky and Molespots had yet to name their kits, and according to the gossip-loving queens of StarClan, the deed would be done soon. This moon-rise, in fact.

Although I didn't voice my opinion to those queens, I secretly hoped that the occasion would be sooner than even that.

Just then Foxleap hurdled himself into the once silent and serene den and demanded to know if either Talonpaw or Swiftpaw, the two tom's from Pebblefall and Flamebird's litter, had brought her anything to eat yet. An amused shake of her head indicated that they had not, and Foxleap huffed before disappearing out of the den, either to have a stern talking to with Hazeltail and Mousewhisker – the tom's mentors – or to fetch the piece of prey himself.

"Was I like that?" I briefly wondered, before shaking the curious question off. Of course not.

But probably so.

The pool's surface shimmered before shifting again, and this time out of ThunderClan territory, but to SkyClan's territory. Right away my eyes were drawn to Rabbitstar, whose chest was puffed out proudly as he announced that his kit's were to be apprenticed that day. His brother and new deputy, Creekfeather, rolled his eyes good-naturedly before shooting an amused glance at Whitefern, the mother of said kits. She smiled briefly before returning her bright greens eye to her mate, and soon after that, their kits.

Ashkit, Sorrelkit, and Smokekit all sat before their father with eager eyes and anticipating expressions.

After performing the required words Rabbitstar called his kits down, before speaking to them individually. He started with Ashkit.

After performing the required words Rabbitstar called his kits down, before speaking to them individually. He started with Ashkit. The light gray tom said 'I do' a little too early, before blushing as his clan mates chuckled. Rabbitstar chafed at his son's eagerness, and then called out the name of his new mentor - Berrystep. The senior tom looked a bit surprised to hear his name called, but purred as he padded over to touch noses with Ashpaw.

Next up was Sorrelkit, the dramatic she-kit of the litter. After Rabbitstar recited the correct words Sorrelkit was silent, making sure she held the plan's attention, before uttering 'I do'. Fondness was evident on Rabbitstar's face as he announced her new mentor - Rainsplash.

A grin engulfed my features as the two she-cat's touched noses. Rainsplash was the eldest kit of Redflower and Dewclaw.

Lastly was Brindlekit's turn to be apprenticed, and thank StarClan that her time had come. The dark grey she-kit looked ready to burst with contained excitement. For the third time that sun-setting afternoon, the proud clan leader repeated the ceremonial phrase, and was met with a strong, clear 'I do' from his announced that Brindlepaw's mentor was to be Stormleap.

I tipped my head to the side in questioning amusement. Not only did Brindlekit harbour a secret crush on her new mentor, who smiled wildly as the pair touched noses, but he was also the son of Redflower and Dewclaw.

The clan proudly chanted the new apprentices names, howling them out into the dusk sky, and to the appearing stars of SkyClan. To the appearing stars of us.

"Yes," I thought. "We can hear you."

As the clan started to disburse my vibrant green eyes searched for two cats in particular, until I found the pair standing beside the nursery, with even more pride shinning in their eyes then Rabbitstar had had. Dewclaw and Redflower.

After having haunting nightmare after haunting nightmare of Redflower and his unborn kits, Dewclaw just knew that his place was no longer with his beloved birth-clan, but with Redflower and SkyClan. After he made up his mind their was nothing his former mate could do to keep him out of her clan, and he soon become a full-fledged warrior of SkyClan. And here they both were now, happier then they ever dreamed was possible, with the eldest kits now mentoring their first apprentices, and their second litter of kits tumbling around at their paws.

Frostkit and Goldenkit - a frosty white she-kit and a pale gray and white she-kit - were both lively and adventures at two moons old.

Often Dewclaw would glance down at his legacy and just for a moment, be transported back in his memories to a time where he would play with two kits who bore a striking resemblance to his own.

From the first second Dewclaw laid eyes on his beautiful daughters, he knew exactly what to name them. Like how Redflower had named their first litter after something she held near and dear to her heart, Dewclaw had done the same with their second litter.

Snowfall and Ambersky had been thrilled to learn that they were Dewclaw's inspiration.

Redflower purred as she watched her kits antics, before leaning over and whispering something inaudible in her mate's ear.

I love you Dewy Claws.

Dewclaw turned his overflowingly affectionate gaze onto Redflower before licking her cheek and murmuring something as well.

I love you too.

I watched the tender scene with a soft smile that threatened to overwhelm my lips. "It should be taking place soon," a voice said from behind me, startling the pool until it transformed back into its simple, starlight-reflecting surface.

I glanced back at the speaker and grinned. "I don't know what you're talking about," I retorted, playfully. My mate rolled her breathtaking emerled eyes as she padded softly over to my side. Stardust fell from her paws.

"Of course you don't. I was talking about the naming of Ambersky and Molespot's kits, mouse-brain." Despite her words, a teasing glint engulfed her green eyes.

"Oh," I said nonchalantly. "I hadn't realized the moon was almost out."

"Mmhm," my pale ginger mate hummed as she leaned her head on my shoulder. "You always were forgetful. I'm not sure what you'd do without me."

"Sleep in the daytime and walk in the night?" I offered.

"That's a strong possibility," she agreed. "Especially if you can't see the moon that's right above your head."

I glanced up."Huh," I mused. "I wonder when that appeared." My mate grinned and head-butted me affectionately.

"Oh, just give it up already! I know you've sat here all day waiting for the time to come! "

I signed, mock-defeated, before licking her cheek. "Your wish is my command." And with that I touched the pool with a single paw, stirring the peaceful waters as they rippled into framiler scene.

Ambersky laid in her moss nest, looking tenderly Molespots who returned her loving gaze. "Are there any names you had in mind?" Molespots whispered, careful not to wake his sleeping kittens.

"I liked Brookkit for the pale gray tabby she-kit," Ambersky whispered. Molespots purred.

"That's a wonderful name for her. Her pelt reminds me of a flowing brook; free-spirited and calm. Brookkit it is." After a moment's silence, the kits farther spoke up again. "I like Timberkit for the white and brown patched she-kit."

Ambersky smiled. "That's a beautiful name; what inspired it?"

Molespots smirked. "Your first gathering, when you about fell off the tree-bridge and I caught you." Anderson's eyes widened, before she playfully narrowed her eyes.

"Oh you!" She growled, her voice empty of threats. Molespots chuckled.

"And now our gray and white son. What about Nightkit?" The brown and cream tom suggested. Ambersky frowned and shook her head.

"What about Patchkit?" Molespots wasn't satisfied as he declined his mate's suggestion. Silence overtook the nursery, disputed only by Lilystream's soft sleeping breaths.

And then Ambersky had it. Looking down at her only son, she said softly, "Fogkit." Molespots looked momentarily confused, and was taken back by the certainty in his mate's voice.

"Why Fogkit?" He asked. Ambersky turned her golden gaze onto her mate, her eyes overflowing with affection.

"Because it's been awhile since we had our last fight with the divisions, and yet no one seems to have really moved on."

"A lot of lives were lost," Molespots pointed out. "Billystorm of SkyClan, Ratscar from ShadowClan, and a good amount of ThunderClan cats as well. All the elders, Redbird, Puddlefrost, Orangeflight, Cherryflower…" Molespots stopped when he reached his sister's name, and Ambersky rested her tail on his back.

"I miss her too," the she-cat whispered gently. "But my point is that the clans need to move on; to start in new chapter in our lives. As much as we may miss our fallen friends and family, mourning for countless moons to come won't bring them back to life. And to move on, I think we should all be more like fog. Let the damage start to mist past us, until it's gone and we no longer suffer from the pain."

I found myself flicking an ear and agreeing with Ambersky. Everyone had lost someone, but it was time to move on, or else a new era could never begin. "Ambersky's grown up, and gained wisdom beyond her age."

Molespots was silent in thought for a moment as he starred at his paws. Then, looking up to meet Ambersky's gaze, he softly meowed, "You got fog from all of that?"

His question was enough to catch Ambersky off guard and make her burst into a fit of giggles, before nodding. Molespots smiled fondly at her, before looking down at his sleeping kits. "You know," he whispered, "maybe we should be like all of our kits. Flowing without hesitance, like Brookkit; strong and confident like Timberkit; and allowing ourselves to finally move on and not dwindle on damage that can't be undone, like Fogkit."

Ambersky purred ever so quietly, and looked upon her mate with smothering love. "Now that's deep," she teased. And then, switching her loving eyes from her mate to her kits, she meowed, "Welcome to ThunderClan Brookkit, Timberkit, and Fogkit. It might not be the most perfect place in the world, but I know you're going to love it as much as we do."

Molespots nuzzled his mate's cheek before licking her head and curling up loosely around his new family, careful not to disturb the kits. "Couldn't have said it better myself, love."

I soaked in the tender moment a few seconds longer, before tapping the shimmery pool with a claw, clearing it of the image. After such a rough past few moons, I thought the clans deserved some privacy.

My mate stood up to her paws a stretched from beside me, extending her thorn-sharp claws and arching her back. "Well," she started. "That was certainly a touching moment."

I nodded thoughtfully as I watched her, taking in her physic. Her pale ginger fur with sleek and shinned with a health that she had as a new warrior. Her closed emerald eyes gleamed with pride, and her tail tip flicked back and forth in a causal manner. She looked even more beautiful then she had when she had been alive, if that was possible.

It must have been the stardust that dripped from her body.

She must've sensed my staring, for she opened an eye to glance curiously at me. "What? Have I snagged something on my pelt?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, I was just thinking about how ravishing you look." My mate giggled softly and stood up, giving me her full attention.

"Ravishing? Are you trying to provide us with a touching moment as well?" She teased. I purred and licked her face.

"Every moment I'm with you is a touching moment," I responded. I saw something in her eyes soften, as she buried her head into my shoulder.

"Oh, you charmer you," she said, her voice muffled by my thick flame-colored fur. After a minute she looked back up at me. "Graystripe and Silverstream were looking for us earlier. I think they mentioned something about the four of us hunting together."

I nodded slowly before standing up myself. "Good idea. Why don't you go find them and tell them we're all for it, and I'll join you in a moment." Sandstorm looked puzzled but she didn't argue, and turned around and to search for our friends.

Once she was gone I glanced back at the pool, which had taken it upon itself to show a new image. An elegant blue-gray she-cat stood in the center of the picture, her chest puffed out proudly as she stood on a cluster of stones that I recognized as Sunningrocks. Bluestar.

Confusion clouded my bright green gaze as I sat back down, waiting for the image to shift again. What was the pool trying to tell me?

When the illusion changed again, it changed into Bluestar standing reagally over a small, fearful cat, who didn't look any older then a young apprentice. The cat wore a flaming ginger pelt, and when the sun hit it it looked like a pelt of flames; a pelt of fire. I recognized the cowering cat immediately and felt a bittersweet smile tug at my lips. "Don't worry," I soothed the young tom. "You have nothing to fear."

The image switched to the same flame-colored tom, but this time he looked older; more muscular and developed, with a newfound confidence shining in his vibrant green eyes. A sandy orange she-cat and solid gray tom stood on either side of him.

Another change, another picture. This time it was of three cats: a dark brown tabby tom, fluffy bright ginger she-cat, and a pale brown tabby she-cat. I thought I saw a brand of fire is the background, but I couldn't be sure. The three cats looked excited about something.

This time the image was of a different set of cats. One large golden tom, a smaller black she-cat with leaf-green eyes, and lastly was a silver and gray tabby tom with brilliant blue eyes. I had just spoken to the she-cat that morning.

When the pool's appearance changed again, it looked just like the last image, but with a twist; replacing the black she-cat was a fluffy pale gray she-cat, and behind the three I noticed a light gray and silver she-cat.

I thought I understood what the pool was telling me when it changed again, and into a pale grey and white she-cat, a snowy white tom, and a dark gray tom. They all stood closely clustered together, proud expressions masking their faces, like a newly made warrior. Perhaps that's exactly what had happened.

The illusion changed and somehow I knew that this would be the last image. It was of three kits still fresh in my mind. "Brookkit, Timberkit, and Fogkit." I thought. Soon after I thought it, two other kits joined the picture. "Frostkit and Goldenkit." Another addition, this time of two kits I didn't recognize: a white tom with pale ginger patches, and another ginger tom with a snowy white chest and paws.

A frown traced my lips. Were these… Snowfall and Seedflight's unborn kits?

The pool simmered and shined before slowly melting back into its original form. Peaceful pale blue waters speckled with starlight, and dappled with stardust. A breeze floated by that ruffled my fur, and I blissfully closed my eyes, letting the serene whispers it carried lull me into a trance.

"The clans are always changing, always moving, always flowing. Such is the way the clans have always been, such is the way the clans will always be. Rest now fire, and know that you've done your job well, and that ThunderClan is in good paws."

And just like that, the breeze was gone.

"Are you still staring at that pool?" A voice demanded from behind me, and I turned around to see my pale ginger she-cat. Standing with her was a solid gray tom and a black and silver tabby she-cat. Their eyes gleamed with unspoken amusement.

I smiled sheepishly. "I was just coming to join you." The she-cat didn't look convinced as I padded over to her side, and buried my muzzle into her sleek, soft fur. "I love you, Sandstorm."

Sandstorm gave up and licked my ear. "I love you too Firestar. Now come on, just because this is StarClan doesn't mean the prey will wait for us."

Then my companions turned around and padded into the nearby forest that anyways seemed so framiler. They laughed and teased each other with an air of friendship one could only gain after a thousand moons. It brought a content smile to my face, and I hurried to catch up with them.

And as I left, I didn't look back at the pool full of Stardust.

Aw, I just love that! Don't forget to check out Katie's profile, she's a brilliant writer, as you can tell. I beta one of her stories FRAMED which I also totally recommend, check it out and leave her some lovely reviews!

Leafy x