As soon as Bramble stopped thinking, she looked in alarm as the kit began to..glow. Starlight glimmered on her whiskers and paws, and her tightly closed eyes began to open. They showed the most brilliant shade of purple, the irises so dark they looked like the shadows of the Dark Forest. The kit slowly doubled in size, until she was the size of Raspberrystar, the leader of Fairclan. Fairclan was, by its name, made in the fair, where cats went to have shows and all that stuff. Soon, the kit calmly bounded past Bramble, then leaped onto the High-Bench, where Raspberrystar made his annoucements. The kit was glowing with Starlight, and her gaze flicked to Bramble. A faint chanting began. As Bramble turned to Lilac, she saw her gaze dulling rapidly.
Oh ColdFire, NO! Nonononononono!
Lilac's head lolled slightly, her mew a whisper as she mumbled, "Take care of my kits."
The first kit was already growing weaker. The second kit was dead, and the third kit...was well, still on the rock, starshine glowing around her body. The chanting was louder, growing louder and louder. Bramble cocked her head in questioning, her ears straining.
Berrystar!
Berrystar!
Berrystar!
Berrystar!
Berrystar!
Bramble's eyes glittered in amazement. Who is Berrystar?