The small white kit looked around him. The area around him was starry. "Where... Where am I...?" His voiced squealed. Another tom stepped forward. "greetings, small one. I am Sunstar. You have a bad cut there, Snowkit. Let's have Spottedleaf take a look at that." The white kit looked up at him in awe. "How... how do you know my name...? And h-how do I hear you?!" Sunstar smiled at the young kit. "That hawk killed you. You hunt with Starclan now. Cats have a choice whether or not they keep their injuries. You are no longer deaf. Now, come with me, young one." Sunstar lead the kit to a hollow. A pretty spotted she-cat sat there. She turned to face them. "Snowkit, Sunstar." She waved Snowkit forward with her tail. "You are injured bad. I will heal you, and then we can begin training." Snowkit looked at her, confused. "Training?" Spottedleaf smiled at the kit. "When kits die, without becoming warriors, we train them here in Starclan, and give them warrior names. You will begin your training soon."