Does anyone actually come on this anymore...?

There's like a total of three people that even read this anymore. Its kind of depressing. I'm going to hand off the story to another author in a way. I will still be here to help whatever author takes over. I will tell them all that I have planned for this story, and whoever takes over I will be sure that they are awesome writers. So, if anyone here wants this, or knows someone who might, please COMMENT on this, DO NOT use the chat box. Please just fill this out:

Author's Username: Firefoot
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The author MUST have stories I can look at to judge whether they are good enough at writing the rest of this story. I MUST have a place to contact them. Any questions, please post in the chat box. Thank you!
~Firefoot

Song Fiction, please read :)

A/N: I'm taking the advice of someone and taking a break from writing the story and instead writing some short stories. So here it is, a song fic. Enjoy :)

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We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes
And the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air

Leafpool flashed out a paw, expertly killing the shrew with a flick of her claws. She padded forward and grabbed it in her jaws; she brought her head above the ferns quietly. Something must have disturbed the a group of crows, as Leafpool saw a flock fly away, crowing and cawing across the lake, disappearing over the moors. She blinked, gazing at the gentle rises and dips of the grassy, treeless, land. Could she really have lived there, without her clan to protect her? Yes, she did have Crowfeather, but would it have been enough? No, she must tell herself it wouldn’t.

Leafpool padded through the fern thickets, her eyes flickering toward the sky; the sun was setting, she would have to be back at camp soon. The warm Green Leaf air stirred her tabby fur; she ducked through the thorn barrier and into the camp. The clan was lazily sharing tongues in the clearing; she dropped her fresh kill off at the pile and made her way toward Squirrelflight. Her ginger sister was sun bathing next to Brightheart and Cloudtail. Leafpool settled next to them, drawing a paw over her ear before glancing at her sister. They didn’t speak, but Squirrelflight drew her tail over her sister’s pelt slowly. Leafpool felt herself slipping into her memories; instead it was Crowfeather flicking his tail at her ears, his warm breath heating her pelt instead of the sun.

See the lights
See the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
And say hello, little did I know

The gathering was bright, not a cloud over-casting the moon many seasons ago. Leafpool was slipping shyly around older warriors, keeping closely to her mentor, Cinderpelt. The many clan-scents swirled around her; she was relieved to finally reach the roots of the oak tree where the medicine cats stood. Mothwing padded up to her and touched noses.
                “Isn’t this great?” Mothwing purred, her eyes gleaming excitedly. Leafpool nodded and turned her head toward the clearing, cats from all four clans were milling around each other. A particularly pair of blue eyes caught hers. Leafpool saw Crowfeather of Windclan staring at her. Leafpool flicked her gaze back toward Mothwing.
                “Let’s go talk to those cats over there,” She suggested, padding over without waiting. Squirrelflight was sitting next to Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt, jabbering away like a blue bird.
                “Leafpool,” Crowfeather dipped his head to her, moving back to let her into the group. Leafpool said a quick thanks, squeezing in next to him. His soft fur brushed against his, enthralling her with his scent.

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase
Begging you please don't go, and I said

“You know what I’m doing, Leafpool. I’m here to tell you this has to stop.” Cinderpelt’s piercing blue gaze scorched Leafpool’s fur. She stood rigid next to Crowfeather.

“I don’t know what you mean…” She couldn’t bare the look Cinderpelt in her eyes. Cinderpelt let out an incredulous huff.

“Don’t lie to me, Leafpool, not with that WindClan warrior standing there, on our territory.” Cinderpelt narrowed her eyes at Crowfeather, but her eyes weren’t as fierce as they were before. Leafpool had to look away.

“I supposed Squirrelflight told you to follow me…”
                “Squirrelflight? No, I was collecting herbs when I picked up your scent, and a WindClan cat’s close by. I came to see what was going on. Besides, do you think I didn’t suspect you’ve been sneaking out at night?”

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

“Crowfeather!” Leafpool called, bounding up to meet the wiry black tom. Crowfeather turned around, pressing his muzzle with hers. Leafpool murmured into his ear, “I’ve thought about what you said. About leaving,” She let his scent wrap around her, letting the pale morning sky awaken to them. Crowfeather stared down at her, with crystal blue eyes.

“You have?”

Leafpool began to explain quietly, “I’ve been so scared, Crowfeather—scared about leaving my clan and my kin.” She continued, settling down beside so they were no longer standing out in the moors, “But I went to the moonpool, and Spottedleaf came to see me.” She could feel his confused stare, “She was ThunderClan’s medicine cat once, but now she walks with StarClan,” She trailed off, “She often visits me in dreams…”

Crowfeather edged her on for more, “What did she say?”

Leafpool let her fur brush against his, “She told me to follow my heart.” Crowfeather’s neck fur rose and his eyes widened.

“You’re a medicine cat, Leafpool. Isn’t that where your heart has led you?”

“Once it was,” Leafpool knew that Crowfeather thought she was rejecting him, “But Thunderclan has a medicine cat. Cinderpelt is young and strong, she’ll serve the clan for seasons yet. And Brightheart can help out for now. Cinderpelt can train another apprentice when I’ve gone.”

“When you’re gone? Leafpool does that mean…?” Crowfeather’s question was no more than a pained whisper.

“Yes. I’ll come with you.” Leafpool nuzzled his check affectionately.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes
Escape this town for a little while

Leafpool followed Crowfeather, past the gentle dips of the moor and onto the rockier slopes of beyond clan territory. She didn’t dare look back, afraid of what she might feel. Crowfeather looked over his shoulder, gazing at her. Leafpool trotted next to him, nuzzling his shoulder.

“I love you so much,” She murmured. He pressed his cheek to hers. Nothing mattered more to her than him right now. All Leafpool had was him.

“I love you too,” Crowfeather breathed. Leafpool lifted her head, gazing at the rocks.

“This is our life now,” Leafpool mewed quietly. Crowfeather pressed his fur to hers with confidence. They padded along silently.

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
And my daddy said stay away from Juliet
But you were everything to me
I was begging you please don't go and I said

Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby just say yes

“Do you trust me?” Crowfeather murmured absentmindedly. Leafpool looked up at him, but his eyes were focused beyond them.

“Of course,”

“Let’s start our own family.” Crowfeather’s gaze pierced hers. She looked away. “Don’t you want kits?”

Leafpool had never thought about having kits. She had never truly thought about leaving the clans before she actually did, and she could never have kits then. She would’ve had to of give up being a medicine cat. It didn’t matter now that they were loners.

“I want a family. Of course I do.”

Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel
This love is difficult, but it's real
Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess
It's a love story baby just say yes
Oh oh

“Go back?” Crowfeather shook his head. “We can’t now. The clans already know we’ve left.”

Leafpool gazed sorrowfully at him, her mind confused. How could she just leave Midnight now, knowing her clan, and her family, could be killed? But how could she leave Crowfeather, her love of which she could feel her heart yearning for at this very moment.

“To know not what to do, is natural, clan cats. I will be going, must warn cats now.” Midnight’s raspy voice flickered into Leafpool’s ears. Leafpool watched as the badger shambled away across the rocks.

“Oh Crowfeather…” Leafpool pressed her head against his chest, weeping in the moonlight. Crowfeather leaned his head on hers, whispering softly.

“We’ll make it through this, I promise you that. With all my heart, all my strength, I will protect you. Forever.”

I got tired of waiting
Wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you is fading
When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone
I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head? I don't know what to think
He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

“I don’t… I don’t think we should meet anymore…” Leafpool graced herself with one look at his pelt. She let in a painful breath, forcing herself to sound strong. “My clan needs me now.”

“Your clan needs you? I need you, Leafpool!” Crowfeather voice was weak with exhaustion, but his eyes betrayed his sorrow. “We can’t just throw all this away.”

Leafpool amber eyes searched his, “Can’t you see? Cinderpelt is dead. Thunderclan has no medicine cat now. I can’t leave them now Crowfeather. I’m sorry,” She had to break him, no matter how hard it felt.

Crowfeather’s ear flicked backwards, “Your heart has always been with your clan. It never belonged to me. You’re a medicine cat, I understand that now. I love you Leafpool, and I’ll never forget you.” Leafpool blinked, rushing forward to touch his nose one last time.

They pulled apart; Crowfeather looked deeply into her eyes, their shared memories flashing briefly between them. He walked past her, Leafpool pulled away from the touch of his oh-so familiar pelt. He joined with the WindClan warriors, who eyed him with scorn. Leafpool looked over his shoulder as he disappeared from her sight between the thorn tunnel.

And said, marry me Juliet
You'll never have to be alone
I love you and that's all I really know
I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress
It's a love story baby just say yes

Oh, oh, oh, oh
'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

Leafpool blinked, the past vanishing from her sight. The sun was set in ThunderClan’s camp. Squirrelflight and the others had retreated to their dens. Leafpool stood, stretching out her spine and legs. Silverpelt was growing brighter, making the hollow glow silver. She padded down the stones and towards the warriors’ den. Her pelt vanished in the curtain of lichen and ferns.

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Hey guys, its Firefoot here. As you may have noticed, I haven't posted a chapter in forever and when I do post chapters, it takes forever for them to come out... Its because writing kind of bores me now. I don't know how to explain it, but I know exactly how this story pans out, every scene in my head, but I just don't have the enthusiasm to type it all out. I'm not if I'll continue, but if I don't, I will certainly fill you in on what happens, as I've had it typed out in a plotline type thing for a few months. I might give this fanfiction over to another author who I feel is able and willing to continue this as I would like to have and that writes like or even better than I. I don't know... I felt like you guys should know about this. Sorry if I'm disappointing anyone...
~Firefoot

Chapter 20

Lionblaze shuffled his mate past Gingerstep and Dovepelt. The breeze whipped down through the hollow, hitting Cinderheart and Lionblaze across the face. He flickered his gaze toward Dovepelt, willing her not to mention how scruffy Cinderheart looked today. She was still very confused by her surroundings of the Thunderclan camp, even though she had been aware of her new situation for a few days. Today she was Cinderpelt, whom she had been since they had arrived back to camp since their visit to the moonpool.
"Who was that?" Cinderpelt whispered in Lionblaze's ear, flicking her tail across his shoulder nervously.
"The orange tabby was Gingerstep of Shadowclan, her mate is Oakfur." He nodded toward Dovepelt,"Thats my old apprentice, Dovepelt. You mentored her sister, Ivyshade," Lionblaze whispered quietly,"Lets go visit the nursery," Cinderheart's eyes grew blurry as she tried to focus.
"Okay," she whispered.
Lionblaze guided her toward the bramble bush that was home to the nursery. It rustled as Lakekit tumbled out, his squealing echoing off the camp walls. He jumped back into the nursery as Lionblaze shouldered past him, Cinderheart following behind. Mountainstripe was on the floor, rolling on his back while Lakekit and Leopardkit tumbled over him, giggling. Mountainstripe's tail twitched as Leopardkit pounced on his stomach. He snarled playfully as he grabbed her by the scruff and set her down across the nursery. Leafpool was dozing in soft moss while the young cats played. Lionblaze felt his heart swell while he watched his kits play.
"Mountainstripe," Lionblaze's gristled voice mewed loudly, making his son glance his way. Instantly he sat up, the kits tumbling off him. He dipped his head.
"Father," He rumbled, his voice almost equally as deep as his father's. Mountainstripe blinked his amber eyes at his mother,"Mother," He rushed forward to touch noses with her.
"How has being a warrior been?" Lionblaze mewed thoughtfully, eying his son cheerfully. He shoulders were very broad and muscles passed through his pelt gracefully.
"Great," He muttered,"Its been great. A dream really," He could sense Mountainstripe was forcing the enthusiasm in his eyes.
"I wish I was a warrior!" Lakekit squeaked, bounding toward Lionblaze. Lionblaze narrowed his eyes, he couldn't believe this was his own brother. He was so small, yet he could see the tom was smart. He looked like a lighter gray version of their father, Crowfeather.
"Leopardkit, come here and say hello to your mother," Lionblaze called to his small gray spotted kit. She trotted over to Cinderheart and nudged her fur.
"I'm a badger and you're a warrior! I'm gonna' eat you!" Leopardkit mewed, pouncing on Cinderheart's tail. She withdrew her tail momentarily, then drew a paw back playfully to swat at her kit. A fierce gleam in her eye told Lionblaze she would be alright for awhile.
"I'll be back soon, if you need anything, ask Leafpool," He mewed, he flicked his gaze to his own mother, she nodded to show she had heard. He dipped his head toward his daughter next, nudging her flank gently,"Be good for your mother," He murmured. He stood up tall and licked his chest fur importantly, glancing at Mountainstripe quickly before leaving the nursery.
Lionblaze saw his brother's gray tabby pelt vanishing behind the lichen in the leaders' den. Lionblaze glanced around the camp, Tinder was eating around the fresh kill pile with Bumblestripe and Leaftail. Lionblaze padded towards them, joining them as Heathertail sat down next to Bumblestripe.
"It should be any day now," Leaftail murmured, glancing sideways. Lionblaze sat down, grabbing a finch from the pile and breaking off a few feathers.
"What should?" Lionblaze asked the speckled she-cat.
"Gingerstep's kitting. Willowshine told her it should be any day now." Leaftail glanced at Bumblestripe quickly,"I've always wanted kits myself..."
Bumblestripe gave her an alarmed look,"Aren't you, er, a little young, to be, uh, wanting kits?" The gray tabby blinked and swallowed. Leaftail flicked her tail, glancing at her mouse.
"Well when I find the right cat, we'll both know when." She settled closer to her other side, instead of Bumblestripe. Lionblaze gave Heathertail smirk and settled down to eat his finch.
"Bumblestripe, Lionblaze," Oakfur called the two toms. Lionblaze looked up,"You two are going with Ashfoot and Antpelt to inspect Windclan's camp before they leave tonight," Lionblaze finished his finch and padded toward the group, Antpelt's tail was flicking irritably as Lionblaze stood next to him. Lionblaze turned around to wait for Bumblestripe.
"Sorry, I have to go, talk to you later," Lionblaze heard Bumblestripe mew to Leaftail, she gave him a lick on the muzzle and cleaned up her meal. Bumblestripe padded over, Lionblaze flicked the younger warrior's shoulder as he arrived.
"Lets go then," Ashfoot shouldered past them, dashing through the tunnel. Her lithe body vanished into the ferns, Lionblaze chased after her. The forest opened up, the green buds reminding him of last Green Leaf, when he hadn't known when the Dark Forest would attack. His mind was always filled with worries, about Tigerstar, his clan, and his clanmates. Of course back then he hadn't known Hollyleaf was the leader, and so many of his friends and family were alive.
He could remember the day Mousewhisker had died, an mysterious illness claimed the lives of four cats, one from each clan, last Green Leaf. Jayfeather had done all he could and met with the other medicine cats many times, but even Blackstar had lost his last life then. Lionblaze's worries were even more then, but today seemed so worry free, he couldn't imagine that he had ever been that depressed.
Lionblaze glanced at Bumblestripe, his broad shoulders rippling underneath his shiny pelt. His ears were alert and his eyes trained on the forest in front of him. Bumblestripe flickered his eyes off the path and glanced at Lionblaze, "What do you think their camp will look like?" he murmured. Lionblaze flicked a leaf off his ear that had drifted down from the trees.
"Probably not as clean as a normal camp," Lionblaze ventured,"But I guess we'll see when we get there," They set off faster, catching up to Antpelt and Ashfoot as they approached the border. The moor breeze carried the scent of grass and rabbit. Lionblaze twitched his whiskers, there was another scent. Cat! A cat, outside the clans for sure since he couldn't recognize it, was on the moor.
"Do you smell that?" Lionblaze looked at Ashfoot, Ashfoot narrowed her eyes, then nodded.
"Come on, lets go see what they're up to," She murmured, setting off across the moor. She sprinted away as Antpelt and the others dashed after her sleek black pelt. They vanished over a rise of a hill, Lionblaze was struggling to keep up with the swift Windclan warriors. He bounded forward to meet them when they stopped about a treelength away, their heads dipped to the ground. Antpelt looks up, his eyes sombre.
"Its blood," He murmured, blinking at Lionblaze, then gazing across the moor. Lionblaze padded up to him, then noticing the fresh scarlet blood smeared onto the ground as if someone-or something- had been dragging something away. The blood stopped a few tail lengths away, instead it was small drops on the ground, like little blood drops. Lionblaze let out a growl as he followed the trail, it weaved over a hill, through gorse, and through blue heather flowers. Lionblaze glanced back, Ashfoot was looking around the moor.
"Its not rabbit blood," she mewed. Lionblaze blinked and nodded, taking the lead once more, wishing he had Dovepelt's power to sense things at great distances. They followed the trail as it loped over the vast hills of Windclan territory, the blood lessening as they padded onward, Lionblaze had to search for the trail of blood between gorse bushes. Finally, it stopped altogether. Lionblaze turned back, retracing the area for any sign.
"Over here!" Antpelt shouldered through the shoulder-high grasses, leading the trail toward the Windclan camp, passing throguh the two boulders that marked the entrance. The trail was now made by scent rather than sight. He locked eyes with Bumlestripe, his yellow eyes no more than pieces of flint, they both past through the thorn barrier. Lionblaze as Ed, the camp was in ruin, the dens no more than a tumble of weeds and sticks. Ashfoot gasped, her tailed fluffed out in anger at the sight of her beloved camp. Crowfood was scattered everywhere, stinking up the camp. Lionblaze picked up the trail of blood again, it led into the medicine den. He leaped into the crevice, ferns brushing his pelt. He blinked at the scent of herbs and dust, the dim light flickering into focus. He glanced around, gasping at the sight. A large calico tom was stretched luxuriously against the ferns and walls of the den, his amber eyes gazing at Lionblaze with the usual cold contempt.
"Hello, Lionblaze,"
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Lionblaze guided the tom toward the Thunderclan camp, glancing at Ashfoot. The tortoiseshell's fur rippled under his pelt.
"I would think you'd have more questions about me, Lionblaze," the tom murmured, his voice smooth as starshine,"Though, I do supposed that you're quite dumbfounded at my sudden appearance,"
"Be quiet," Antpelt spat at him, he was behind the tom, Bumblestripe had run ahead to alert the leaders. Lionblaze growled at Antpelt to stop talking, while the tom continued on with his malicious words,"How are the four clans doing then?" He gave Lionblaze an icy stare, his broad shoulders rippling under his pelt smoothly.
"Fine," Lionblaze stepped over rock, guiding the tom around a bend in the path. He couldn't believe what this no good cat was doing here, it was well over six seasons since the last time he had run him our of Thunderclan territory. The ground sloped downward as they approached the camp entrance, the brambles and ferns thickening as the tunnel enclosed around them. The scent of many cats swarmed around Lionblaze, he realized all the cats in camp must have gathered to greet the calico tom. The clearing opened up, the cats were gathered around the highledge in a crooked circle, their eyes glaring at the patrol. Onestar greeted them at the entrance. Lionblaze dipped his head to the older leader.
"I didn't think it was true until I saw it with my eyes," Onestar murmured to himself, Lionblaze wasn't sure he was meant to hear the wise leader's words. "Come," He beckoned the patrol forward with a contemptuous flick of his tail. The tabby leader bounded up toward the leaders' den and vanished behind the lichen. Lionblaze followed suit, with Ashfoot and Antpelt flanking him. He glanced back one more time to the clearing, Cinderheart and the other deputies were seated below the highrock, waiting anxiously for the meeting to begin. He turned back around toward the den.
Bramblestar was sitting with his paws tucked under him neatly, his amber eyes shining in the dim light. Rowanstar had his tail wrapped around his paws, he was sitting next to Mistystar, the oldest of the leaders, whose gray fur was beginning the gray around the muzzle. Onestar joined them, sitting beside Mistystar, his back erect and his whiskers twitching as he glanced at the patrol. "Ashfoot, please explain to us what happened after you left the Thunderclan camp," Onestar dipped her head for his deputy to begin. Ashfoot took a step forward, her pelt brushing against her clanmate, Antpelt.
Ashfoot dipped her head to the leaders,"When we left the camp today, we headed straight for the border between Windclan and Thunderclan." Lionblaze glanced at the calico, his eyes were locked at Ashfoot,"We had begun to scent a trail- a blood trail," Lionblaze saw Onestar shift forward in interest, Ashfoot flickered her eyes through the crowd in the den,"We followed it all the way to our camp, when we got in there, we started checking the dens, to find out where the scent trail led," Her gaze flickered to Lionblaze,"Lionblaze followed it into to medicine den, where we found him," Her tail gestured toward the calico, his eyes brazenly following Lionblaze's gaze with bitter coldness. A chill swept through Lionblaze like it was the middle of Leaf Bare.
Rowanstar stepped forward, his amber eyes delicately narrowed, his ears primmed forward in thought as he stared at the tortoiseshell tom,"I say we send him back the way he came," Rowanstar mewed,"The quicker he's gone, the better of we'll all be,"
Mistystar shot him a sharp look,"He may know something about Whitewing's..."
The calico tom tilted his head,"Whitewing? I do remember seeing her quite a few days ago, or was it moons?" his eyes twinkled smoothly, the words dribbling out of his mouth like blood. His stare seemed venomous, piercing through Lionblaze. Lionblaze stood, dipping his head to the leaders.
"If I may, I think we should keep him for a few days," He saw Bramblestar nod next to Onestar as he leaned over. Lionblaze spoke again,"It would be easier to keep track of him, especially since the clans are separating tonight," Bramblestar got to his paws, his tail flicking.
"Its been decided the clans will not leave the hollow yet,"

Of COURSE I meant the chapter would be released this Friday and not last Friday, thats what I meant. Okay, not really, but I got my laptop taken away for like three days last week and I couldn't write. Anyways, any guesses on who the calico is? I expect some answers and at least two reviews of this chapter, or I won't release the next one! 
~Firefoot

*Cough*

Sorry about this, but I need to talk to Rosesong, so Rosesong if you could please message me via this blog, that would be awesome.
Also, next chapter will be up sometime before Friday, and I do mean that! Heres a cliff hanger: Somebody is gonna' die.
Also, I've not been feeling the love lately, less comments, I'm not sure how many people even come on this any more. So if you guys could review more, that would help, I don't know what you guys like to read anymore, or what you don't. I don't know how my writing is effecting the story or anything, so please, be brutal about it. What do you like? What do you wish I would stop doing? PLEASE HELP ME.

~Firefoot

Just a question...

I have a lot of death's planned for the story. But I'm just curious, who do YOU think will die?

I'm really bored...

I'm so bored, and instead of writing, like I should be doing, I made this!

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Chapter 19

Jayfeather wished for not the first time to be able to see. He was settled deep in his nest, his head just poking out from the moss that separated him from Willowshine. Her breathing was slow and quick; she was in deep sleep. He could feel the moon shining brightly on his pelt through the opening of the medicine den, it would be full in a few days. He got up slowly, wincing as he accidently brushed her pelt with his paw. Willowshine murmured something inaudible and shuffled closer to her nest. He sidestepped her and walked past his apprentice who was closer to the den opening. A swift breeze tugged at his fur, but he did not shiver. He listened for any cats, there was a guard standing post at the camp entrance. He padded stifly across the camp.
"Late in the evening for a stroll," Raccoon's slanted comment flitted towards Jayfeather's ear. He almost curled his lip. Something about this tom made his neck fur rise. Jayfeather stepped past him, Raccoon chuckled slightly for an unknown reason. Jayfeather almost went into his mind, but felt he didn't need to know whatever Raccoon was laughing about.
Jayfeather listened for any clanmates in the forest, it wasn't uncommon to find Bramblestar and Squirrelflight night-hunting, and Shadowclan were renowned for stalking silently in the shadows. Thankfully, he couldn't hear anything stirring in the forest. He padded silently, using the common paths that led down to the lake. His fur ruffled, though he wasn't sure it wasn't just from the slight breeze that blew from the lake. The scent of the moor reminded him he was close to the border. Suddenly, a cat threw him to the ground. Panicking, Jayfeather tried to scrabbled away. This is it! This is who killed Whitewing! He tried to let out a yowl when fur covered his mouth. Sarah!
With all his panicking, he forgot to scent for who it was.
"Shh! Do you want a whole patrol to come running down through the forest looking for you?" Sarah murmured gently. She jumped off him, Jayfeather could hear her grooming his pelt.
"What color is your fur?" Jayfeather wondered absentmindedly, realizing he didn't even know what she looked like.
Sarah responded,"I'm a tortoiseshell, I have a ginger splotch over my left eye and my eyes are green like a leaf," She purred as she grew closer to him,"Of course, you wouldn't know what a leaf is," Jayfeather shook his head.
"Not true. I can see in my dreams and even when I'm awake sometimes," He explained quietly,"So I can imagine you perfectly," He felt Sarah's mind whirl in curiosity, but she said nothing.
"Is that your power then? What are Lionblaze's and Dovepelt's powers exactly? I've heard little things about them but no one really wants to talk about it," Sarah spoke quickly. Jayfeather flicked his ears.
"Why don't we find some place better to talk?" Jayfeather suggested, Sarah's pelt sparked with anxiety. He heard her flick her ears.
"Alright," Sarah sighed, followed him closely, their pelts brushing. Jayfeather padded through the forest, aware of another cat padding next to him. But it wasn't Sarah's fur brushing against his, the scent was sweeter, softer, more familiar. Half Moon! 
"Jay's Wing..." She whispered, her breath warm on his ear fur,"Don't..." Jayfeather knew if he would go through with tonight with Sarah, he could lose Half Moon forever. He felt his fur prickle, I-I have to, I need someone to trust, someone to be there for... someone who can be there for me... 
He could feel Half Moon flinch,"I'm always here for you," But not in the way I need you! I need someone alive, that knows what I feel! I'm sorry Half Moon...
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Jayfeather loped around Sarah, wreathing his tail around her neck. She was a compact she-cat with shorter legs than him. Her tail curved off into a delicate point of soft fur. She giggled.
"What are you doing Jayfeather?" She rasped a tongue around his ear. A fierce wind shook the forest, rattling the trees. "Brrr, its cold. Why don't you sit next to me Jayfeather," He heard her tap her tail against their make-shift nest. Jayfeather settled down next to her, their fur touching.
Jayfeather tried to start conversation,"Sarah, whats your favorite-" But he was interrupted by Sarah.
"Wouldn't it be better if all the clans stayed together?" She rasped a tongue along a paw,"I mean, what everyone is doing tomorrow night, won't that just cause more problems for everyone?" Jayfeather could feel her gaze boring a hole into his pelt.
"Theres always been four clans. It's more than just wanting to eat fish instead of mice or hunting in the brambles instead of pine trees. In in our hearts to be with our clan, to protect it, to hunt for it, to defend it. Or in my case to heal it. We have leaders to carry us through things that no ordinary warrior could, to be able to sort out problems. In a clan with all the cats of four clans, there could be no order, there would be too many cats to tend to all the problems that would rise. You can already see in Thunderclan's camp theres not enough space to fit all of them. Clan cats are bound to their homes stronger than a the stars are bound to the sky," Jayfeather finished, twitching his whiskers at the sound of twoleg monsters on the far side of the lake.
"Thats true. I guess I will never understand this about the clans since I wasn't born here," She sighed, "Can you tell me something else Jayfeather?" She snuggled closer to him, breathing into his ear,"Crowfeather is your father, am I correct?"
Jayfeather nodded,"Yes, and Leafpool is my mother,"
Another wind whipped across the forest from the moor,"Lionblaze is your brother, which I knew, and then Hollyleaf is your sister," Jayfeather flinched at the naming of his sister. She was killed by her own family in the Great War all because of her lust for the warrior code.
"Why did she join the Dark Forest anyways?" Sarah pondered absentmindedly,"I've never heard of her breaking the code..." Her voice trailed off, she swung her broad head towards Jayfeather. "Or did she?"
"...I don't want to talk about it," Jayfeather shrugged her off, turning his head away from her.
"Lets change the subject then. Who was your mentor?" Sarah flicked her tail on his chin. Jayfeather turned back to her, Why does everything have to go back to my family?
"Leafpool," He mewed, feeling her eyes on him again.
"But Leafpool isn't a medicine cat, she's a warrior," Sarah sounded confused.
"She was a medicine cat for a long time," Jayfeather explained,"Before..." He stopped, imaging the night Hollyleaf vanished into the tunnels again.
"Before what?"
"Before Hollyleaf told everyone who our parents were!" He shrilled,"Are you happy now? Now that you know everything about me!" He stalked off into the forest, toward Windclan territory, leaves from the previous leaf fall silencing his steps. His nostrils flared in anger, his fur rising on his neck, he clawed the grass in fury. He knew he shouldn't get this mad, especially at Sarah who was risking everything to be with him, but he couldn't stand talking about his family. There was nothing great about them, in fact his family had caused more drama for the clans since they came to the lake than any other family he could think of. His parents, leaving their clans for each other, his mother and aunt lying about their birth, Ashfur trying to kill them in the fire, and finally Hollyleaf trying to destroy the clans forever to retain the warrior code. All of these thoughts flew back into his mind, and it just made him angrier.
"Jayfeather!" Sarah's voice brought him back, she padded up to him, nuzzling his shoulder gently,"I found you. I'm sorry Jayfeather, I didn't know how sensitive you were," She murmured into his ear, gently rasping her tongue along his neck fur.
"Lets get back to our nest," He forced his neck fur to lie flat and followed Sarah back toward the forest. A fierce caterwaul of a twoleg sounded from the beach, Jayfeather flicked his ears toward the noise.
"Lets go down to the lake instead," Jayfeather commented to Sarah, flicking his tail along her cheek. The pair walked down the path, the scent of water telling Jayfeather they were heading the right way. But something else was puzzling him, there was another scent drifting toward them, it was an acrid scent he couldn't place.
"Do you smell that?" Jayfeather murmured to Sarah, the wind hitting them again as they came out of the forest and to the lake shore.
"Oh my Starclan," Sarah whispered in horror, her voice distant. Jayfeather narrowed his eyes.
"What is it?"
"I-its a fire, across the lake at the twoleg house," Sarah mewed in a hushed tone. Suddenly the night awoke to  another wail of a twoleg, then another and another. They were so blood curdling and creepy Jayfeather couldn't help but flinch. The scent he could smell was smoke and ash churning in the water and the wind and settling across the lake. Jayfeather blinked the ash out of his eyes, opening them to the sight of the twoleg nest on fire. Flames reared out of the gaps in the walls and they licked the sky greedily. Smoke swirled in the sky, creating ovals and edges. Pointed edges of the smoke's reach cut into the sky like teeth, the ovals were swirling like gray eyes of a skull. The image of a cat's skull was in the sky, and was clearer than any other sign Starclan could've given Jayfeather. The voice of Yellowfang swirled in his ears, foretelling the omen he had heard many moons before.
"There will be five, who bring the four to one," The gray she-cat murmured, Jayfeather could smell her rank breath in his nose,"Beware Jayfeather, bonds are forming, but something stirs in the hearts of the new," 
The skull and the ominous prophecy stirred in his mind. His fur started to rise again, who were the five? Did this have to do with the Dark Forest, were the three still needed? He thought the "new" Yellowfang had mentioned might be Sarah, and love was what was stirring in her heart. Even with the fire burning and the omen at hand, he couldn't help feel a little warmed by the thought of Sarah's love.
"Jayfeather?" Sarah's voice quivered, her voice no more than a whisper above the screech of the wind,"They stopped screaming," Jayfeather was now aware of the sudden silence that met the lake. There were no twolegs fleeing, no monsters running up the path. The fire was still burning, he could hear the twoleg nest crackle across the lake and part of it cave in on itself in a soft thud.
Jayfeather bit his lip before answering Sarah,"Come on, lets go back to camp," He weaved his tail around hers and led her through the forest. He felt her pelt quiver, he wasn't sure with what, but he felt bad. He had ruined tonight, by storming off and requesting to go to the lake.
"Lets stay in the forest instead," Jayfeather murmured,"I'm sorry I ruined most of the night, but I promise if we can make it through the rest of it," He nuzzled her,"we can make it through anything,"


YAY! Finally finished this chapter. I thought it was quite epic if I do say so myself. I've actually been planning this chapter for a long long time, especially the scene on the lake and the fire. Ooh I'm so excited!
~Firefoot

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday! Oh, its not your birthday? *Looks at Calendar* Oh, then it must be mine! Please, save the gifts for later. I would like to thank you guys for making my writing easier and yet more challenging to pump stories out as quick as possible. I am going to post more regularly 'cause I got me self a fancy laptop. The next chapter should be out Sunday! So keep a look out!

~Firefoot

Hey can you all do me a favor?

My friend Abbey is doing this thing called People to People. Its pretty much understanding different people and cultures through experiences. She gets to travel through Europe for three weeks to be a Student Ambassador. You have to be recomended by a teacher or previous student to People to People member. So she was selected, went to a BUNCH of meetings and interviews and finally she is able to go! Yay. Only bad part is, the trip is 1,000 dollars. But the good news is, she can get a scholarship if she can show she is good for it, for example being tech savvy and an all around nice person. She's already an awesome person so she just needed to be tech savvy, so she created a blog! All I ask you guys to do is go and comment on it, just saying things like,"Wow thats so cool!" So the people at People to People can see how "Tech savvy" she really is! Heres the link http://www.abbsblog.com/ You can commment on anything, read up on the program, and I'll tell her! Thanks guys!

~Firefoot

Chapter 18

Lionblaze shook his pelt. Mountainstripe and Antpelt were at his side, and Weaslefur and Mapleclaw across from him. All of them chattered over the fresh kill pile. Lionblaze bit into his vole as Antpelt continued his story about the earilier patrol.
"Twolegs eveywhere," Antpelt explained chewing on a robin's wing,"I never saw them come this early in Newleaf," Antpelt and Weaslefur shook their head.
"I've never seen a twoleg," Mapleclaw put it,"I bet they're ugly,"
"The ugliest! Only have fur on their heads and muzzles and where these ugly colored pelts. All sorts of colors like a messed up tortoiseshell if you ask me," Antpelt bit off another bite continuing his story,"They were on the Riverclan and Shadowclan border, at that twoleg place,"
"As if the clans didn't have anything else to worry about," Mountainstripe growled, fidgeted next to Lionblaze. He had barely touched his chaffinch.
"You gonna' eat that?" Weaslefur mumbled as he took the last bite of his rabbit he was sharing with Mapleclaw. Mountainstripe shook his head and pushed the small prey over to the ginger tom with distinct white paws.Weaslefur nodded his thanks as he sculfed down the prey. Mapleclaw leaned over to Mountainstripe.
"How Windclan cats manage to stay that thin while they inhale their prey is beyond me," Mapleclaw whispered. Lionblaze suspected she hadn't wanted anyone else to hear that, but Antpelt raised his head. His fur bristled.
"Why would a Riverclan cat want to know, you guys stay fat all leafbare while the rest of us struggle for a mouth full of prey." He sneered, Weaslefur narrowed his eyes and nodded at the already plump Riverclan tabby ginger. Mapleclaw hissed in annoyance, got up and joined Petalfur and Cedarclaw. Lionblaze looked at his son in surprise, could the clans' friendships be broken so easily?
"I'm going hunting," Mountainstripe announced quietly, slowly leaving the glaring Windclan toms. Lionblaze got up.
"Er, me too," He mewed awkwardly, joining his son as he left the gorse barrier.
"Where do you want to hunt?" Lionblaze looked around, sniffing for the slightest bit of prey and listening for the chirp of a bird.
"I was thinking the trees," Mountainstripe mewed quietly, studying his paws. Lionblaze looked at his son quietly, realizing her knew nothing about him.
"Sure," Lionblaze nodded, Mountainstripe looked up and twitched his ears. In a flash, the black and orange tom was in a tree, expertly hooking his claws around the tree trunk and flying through the trees silently. Lionblaze gasped as his son jumped over three foxlengths into the next tree. "Do you always hunt in the trees?" Mountainstripe gazed down at him through the trees, sunlight lightly dappling his pelt to make it look gray.
"When I'm alone," He answered quietly, his voice barely audible above the whisper of wind on leaf. Lionblaze nodded, scampering up the tree less than gracefully. He hated climbing trees. But he wanted to see his son where he was most comfortable.
Mountainstripe raised his tail over his muzzle, Lionblaze stopped in his tracks and waited for his son. The odd thing was, Lionblaze couldn't hear a bird anywhere. Mountainstripe stuck close to the tree limb, his tail quivering just ever so slightly as he peered downward into the forest. Thick leaves blocked anyone's view of the two cats hanging many fox lengths above the ground. Lionblaze kept watch on his son, his huge claws pierced the tree bark as he clung to the thinnest parts that would support him- then he jumped. Lionblaze bit his tongue to keep from launching himself to catch his young offspring. He pulled his head through the leaves and saw his son leap atop a rabbit, biting the throat as it collapsed under the weight of the much larger animal.
"Wha-who-..." Lionblaze stammered before the words could come out of his mouth,"How did you learn that?" Mountainstripe gazed into his father's eyes carefully.
"Rockfur from Skyclan taught me," Mountainstripe shrugged waddling away with the rabbit. Lionblaze skittered down the tree and followed the tom.
"Where are you going?" Lionblaze demanded. Mountainstripe turned around.
"To bury the prey?" He cocked his head. Lionblaze stepped closer eyes round.
"You just jumped from the trees to catch a rabbit! You need to teach this to Thunderclan!" Lionblaze hissed in excitement. No prey would be able to get away if they lept from the trees! Mountainstripe shrugged.
"I guess so," Mountainstripe looked at his paws again. Lionblaze narrowed his eyes.
"Is everything alright?" Lionblaze approached his son. The broad shoulders and chest were much bigger than him. He was taller than Lionblaze and more muscular but Lionblaze knew he could take him in battle, not must because he had his powers, but because his son was so timid. "You can tell me," Lionblaze murmured, studying his son.
"I don't want to be a warrior,"
"What?"
Mountainstripe looked up fiercly, claws scraping the ground as he dropped the rabbit,"I'm six moons old! I should be an apprentice right now! I should be with Firepaw and Sandpaw, with my sister. But now I'm just a warrior. Pretty soon I'll have an apprentice because Bramblestar can't wait for me to teach another cat how to be as strong as I am. But I don't know how!" Mountainstripe growled.
Lionblaze looked at him sympathetically,"Why don't you take a break for a while? Visit Leopardkit, help with the apprentices at training. I'll ask Bramblestar to lay off you for a while,"
Mountainstripe shrugged,"Okay," He padded away,"I'm going back to camp," He dragged the rabbit away carefully over the rocks. Lionblaze sighed, watching his son leave. Mountainstripe was right, he was still supposed to be an apprentice. He never had been able to play around with his friends. But he had to be loyal to his clan, no matter what he was a warrior now.
Lionblaze walked down towards the lake to sort out his thoughts. The pebbly sand under foot soothed his slightly. Wind ripped across the open area, the sun beat down on him without the protection of the thick trees. He settled down a few tail lengths from the water. It lapped gently at the shore line, rhymically sounding in his ears.
"I was looking for you,"
Lionblaze didn't turn his head towards his mate's voice. He merely flicked his tail toward where he wanted her to sit next to him. Cinderheart padded up next to him, her fur splayed against the wind. Sunlight dappled across her pelt. She stared into his eyes, then back out at the water towards Riverclan.
"Cinderheart?" Lionblaze murmured.
"Cinderpelt," The gray she-cat corrected.
Lionblaze shook his head,"Yes, Cinderpelt. Why were you looking for me?" He murmured again, closing his eyes so they were barely slits. Cinderheart looked at him sharply.
"We're mates, I thought I should," She sighed,"I saw Mountainstripe come into camp looking upset, I thought you might know something," Lionblaze nodded as he explained the situation.
"He has a right to be upset," Cinderheart mewed, Lionblaze nodded once more.
"But he has to be loyal to his clan more than anything, he's a Thunderclan warrior," Lionblaze added, Cinderheart looked at him.
"Are you saying he's got to ignore his feelings?" Cinderheart growled.
"Well it can't get in the way of helping his clan," Lionblaze explained carefully. He looked across the water again, Twolegs ran along the shoreline busily chattering and taking things out of a monster,"Look at that," He nodded towards the shore. Cinderheart looked up and started shaking her head.
"That can't be good for the move," Lionblaze commented,"They'll have to leave at night as to not attract attention from the twolegs,"
"Do you think its a sign?"
"A sign?"
Cinderheart looked at him,"From Starclan, telling the clans they shouldn't seperate?" Lionblaze narrowed his eyes.
"Jayfeather's had no signs," Lionblaze murmured thoughtfully, flicking his tail across the beach. The pair were quite for a long time.
"I can swim," Cinderheart sayed suddenly, jumping into the lake. Lionblaze got up and let a mrrrow as she splashed in the shallow waves. "Come in! Its so nice!"
"Let me think about it, getting my fur wet, possible drowning," Lionblaze joked, Cinderheart rolled her eyes. The sun shone high above the sky. A few more cats came out of the forest, probably for a sun high patrol. Bumblestripe approached them.
"Have you two seen Jayfeather?" Bumblestripe asked as CInderheart made her way out of the water and shook her fur. Water sprayed across Lionblaze's fur. Lionblaze and Cinderheart looked at each other.
"No, is he missing?" Lionblaze stepped forward, Dovepelt, Bumblestripe and Firepaw looked at each other.
"He's been gone since clan meeting," Dovepelt sighed, flickering her gaze from Cinderheart to Lionblaze.
"Can't you hear him?" Lionblaze asked, shifting his head. Dovepelt closed her eyes and twitched her ears for a few heartbeats.
She shook her head,"I can't hear anything. If he's out there, he's not doing anything,"
"Lets go look toward the Windclan border," Bumblestripe sighed. Cinderheart looked at him sharply.
"I'll join you," She said, dipping her head at Bumblestripe,"With you leading of course. This is your patrol," Bumblestripe nodded.
"I will too," Lionblaze got up, Bumblestripe shot him a look, shaking his head.
"Bramblestar wanted to see you. I think you should head back to camp," Bumblestripe explained. Lionblaze nodded, departing from the patrol and running through the forest back to camp. The sun rippled across his shoulders, dappling him to a darker ginger. His eyes glowed as he leaped over a log. He suddenly felt so powerful he could do anything. He climbed to a branch over looking the forest despite hating to climb. He didn't stop even when the tree limbs swayed under his weight. Finally, since he found his mate two moons ago with her mind in shambles, ever since he was falling apart himself, he felt free. He continued to climb until he reached the very top of the oak tree he as climbing. He looked out across the forest, he was sure he was as far up as any cat could get to at the lake. He gazed down, the thick leaf cover blocked any sight to below. Instead he gazed out, he could still see the twolegs milling about on the opposite shore, he looked away toward the Windclan border. He could see the faint dots of cats- Bumblestripe's patrol- busily hunting for any signs of his brother. He knew he should be at camp so he could hear whatever Bramblestar had to say to him. But he could be late, Bramblestar wasn't expecting him anytime soon. So he stayed there, seeing the birds flying just tail lengths from where he was perched carefully on the tree top. He knew he could catch them if he leaped, but he didn't want to risk missing a tree branch and falling down onto the forest. He felt mroe powerful than any time before. Even more powerful than when he fought Tigerstar and Hawkfrost, when he defeated so many cats in the Dark Forest he couldn't count them. He flexed his claws, grinning when he felt the deep indentations in the oak bark.Lionblaze knew he was the most powerful tom in the whole forest, he had the most charisma, leadership, the best warrior of the clans. He had won that battle with the Dark Forest, sure those the other warriors had helped, but he could've defeated the whole of the army. He kept thinking this over and over in head his head until he let out a powerful caterwaul that could be heard from here to the stone hollow.

More pictures...

A picture of Mountainstripe. I dunno', I did it a few months back when I was still thinking of what Cinderheart and Lionblaze's kits would look like. I used Blackstar's picture for the pose in Cats of the Clans.

I drew this when I drew Mountainstripe. Bluewish won't show up in any of my stories but I liked to draw her, I think of her as a Riverclan warrior.

My cat! Guess her name... You're right if you guessed Cristy! I based Cristy the character entirely off of my cat, except for her age. Cristy my kittypet is 22 years old, while I think Cristy the rogue is around two or three. Even Cristy's murderous attitude is based off my pet.



Enjoy :)

~Firefoot

I *finally* uploaded the picture of Heightened Senses' cover.

I drew it a few weeks back and have been procrastinating uploading it. But I got a laptop Friday *YAY* so that not only means regular posting but I was able to upload this. Can anyone guess the cats on the cover?
~Firefoot

Mwahahahaha

Just wanted to say, I have MANY twists and turns that you *hopefully* won't see coming. Some cats /might/ die or they /might/ not and... oh you'll just have to wait and see.

-From the especially evil feeling Firefoot >:)

Chapter 17

Jayfeather's heart seemed to flounder. It thumped pitifully against his chest as Sarah's tail weaved absentmindedly around his neck. He shifted away slightly, bumping into Twilight on his other side.
"Excuse me," He murmured, slipping through the crowd of cats and entering the drafty medicine den. He was alone, at last, and he could finally think about things. He settled down amongst a group of ferns and moss and just let his mind wander while his eyes slowly closed.
Soon, he was in a large forest, a low lying mist settling around him. It was so thick he could barely see his paws. Scents swirled around him, cats from his past, present and future though he could pick out no scents to be sure of who it was.
"Oh Jayfeather," A sweet voice whispered in his ear,"What are you going to do..." The voice mumbled quietly. He tried to see where the voice was coming from but it eluded him. "Don't worry my love," The voice belonged to multiple cats speaking at once,"I will always watch over you," The voice confused him, what was he doing? Who were these cats? ,"Oh Jayfeather... Jayfeather... Jayfeather," The voice continued, slowly then faster.
"Jayfeather, Jayfeather! Jayfeather!"
Jayfeather blinked open his eyes, the forest was gone and replaced by the ever dark world of reality. "What?"
Honeypaw's voice broke into his ears once again,"Jayfeather, we're low on cobwebs and chamomile, should I ask Willowshine to help us gather some?" Jayfeather felt his ears burn with guilt, he had completely forgotten about Honeypaw after the announcement that Sarah was leaving with Tinder to Riverclan territory. She was all he could think about now.
"Yes of course, go and ask Willowshine and Twilight, we also need burdock and catnip and Twilight could help carry some back," Jayfeather mewed. And I want to test Twilight's interest in herbs...
"Sure!" Honeypaw purred, Jayfeather could hear her paws click out of the den. He began to groom himself, flicking moss off his moss with his tongue.
"Ready to go Jayfeather?" Willowshine called out from outside the den. Jayfeather pushed past the ferns and joined her and the two others coming along. They padded past the nursery and fresh kill pile where the newly made warrior, Mountainstripe, was eating with Twigstorm, Leaftail, and Bumblestripe.
"So what were the clans like before the Great Battle?" Twigstorm asked Bumblestripe.
Jayfeather heard Bumblestripe flick his tail against a fern, "The clans lived separate, there were a lot more cats, and we went to gatherings every moon."
"I can't wait until we go to gatherings,"  Twigstorm sighed shaking his head.
"Give the clans a few days to settle in again to their old homes," Willowshine added,"You'll go to one in no time," She promised sweetly. Jayfeather felt agitation swirl around the camp, coming from Sarah then a few others, the scent telling him it was from Cristy and Ghost who weren't on patrol today. Jayfeather couldn't figure out why though.
"Come then," Jayfeather ushered the group away, Honeypaw and Twilight in front of him while Willowshine behind him.
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"Jayfeather I need to talk to you!" Sarah hissed from behind the tabby medicine cat. Jayfeather whipped around, anxiety flaring through him. He was in his den stacking the herbs from earlier today. They had gotten their quota and more, and Twilight had shown quite an interest in herbs and the best places to find them. Now he was alone in the cave, except for Sarah here now.
"Here? Now?" Jayfeather panicked, dropping his herbs on the dusty floor. Honeypaw would be back anytime now from applying the poultice to Slatepelt's sore pads and Willowshine was checking on the queens in the nursery.
"Yes, now," Sarah hissed, Jayfeather stepped back, he could feel angry pulsing through her. He dove into her mind, but now all he felt was a cat trying to calm herself down. "Jayfeather come on! I must speak with you!" Sarah urged. Jayfeather pushed his herbs aside for the moment and beckoned her forward.
"Follow me," He led her to the back of the cave, behind the large stacks of herbs that were going to needed to be stock piled for Leaf Bare, past a few ferns and into a cleft in the wall. A fresh scent of the forest was the only clue that this cave led on into another part of the forest. This is how the clans had won the Great Battle.
"Come on, we'll talk in the middle of the tunnel." Jayfeather walked into the tunnel, the slope rising gently, rocks tumbling behind him. Hopefully no one would come looking for him here, he didn't want to be questioned about his whereabouts.
"What's this about?" He spat impatiently.
"We need to meet tonight, there's going to be to much preparation for the clans leaving tomorrow night to be able to meet in the forest alone," Sarah whispered, flicking her tail over his ear. Jayfeather shivered. He had forgotten about their meeting agreement until now. He nodded.
"Why don't you just stay with Thunderclan," Jayfeather pleaded,"It'll be so much easier, we won't have to stay away from each other,"
Sarah sighed, Jayfeather could feel her grief but refrained from jumping into her thoughts,"I can't. Ghost and Raccoon are my brothers. I couldn't leave them, and they love the water, they want to go to Riverclan so badly," Jayfeather understood, he could never leave Lionblaze or any of his family for Sarah no matter what. "We'll still see each other at Gatherings, and tonight it'll just be us two." Sarah whispered, wrapping her tail around his waist and licking his head. She parted with him and walked back through the tunnel, whispering,"Remember, by the Sky Oak at Moonhigh, I'll see you tonight my love,"
Jayfeather waited silently, thinking and rethinking what he was doing. He knew it was wrong. So very very wrong. He was walking down the same path as his mother, instantly making his name in Starclan something to be said behind closed dens and questioned by multiple cat he didn't even know. Panic gripped him and he began to wheeze, slowly losing sane thoughts as he padded back and forth through the tunnel. He had to get out of this tunnel, he could feel it closing in on him. Why hadn't Starclan warned him that he was going to die while the tunnel collapsed? Had they abandoned him? The thought made him panic more. He would die, and be sent to the Dark Forest where he would find Mapleshade or Darkstripe and they would torture him. He wheezed harder as he sprinted out of the tunnel. He tore through the grass as he reached the forest, sprinting through the trees through Thunderclan territory. He could hear trees whizzing past his ears, and soon he was in unfamiliar territory. He slowed to a stop under a large oak tree. His breathing was ragged, his fur was greasy and sticking out in all directions. He tried to groom but burrs nipped at his tongue that were stuck through his fur. Blood seeped from a few scratched that could only of come from a bramble bush that he had burst through without realizing. He began to pluck the burrs from his pelt and lick his wounds. His breathing slowly returned to normal, along with his thoughts. He knew now the tunnel wasn't collapsing, it was just his panic. But still he felt Starclan was leaving him, he hadn't had any dreams from them other than seeing Starclan accept Honeypaw. He sat there staring into the empty blackness of his sight while the sun settled lower in the sky. If he wasn't back soon there would be a search patrol sent out especially with Whitewing's murderer still unknown. But still her sat there, he could hear pawsteps creeping up behind him, multiple cats were approaching from where he had fled from the clans. He braced himself for an attack, these cats could be Whitewing's murderer.
"He's here," Bumblestripe hollered behind him. The large gray tabby approached him, Jayfeather could feel his eyes gazing all over him, into each cut and burr in confusion. "Come on, lets get you back to camp," More cats helped him up, Cinderheart included. Others included Dovepelt, Firepaw, and Mountainstripe.
"What happened?" Firepaw whispered into his ear as he helped the older medicine cat onto his paws.
"Let Jayfeather go, he'll tell Bramblestar what happened when we get back to camp," Cinderheart mewed calmly. Jayfeather narrowed his sightless eyes, he jumped into her thoughts. It was Cinderpelt speaking, she was so calm and collected now after only two days!
"Firepaw go ahead and tell Bramblestar we've found him," Dovepelt instructed her apprentice. He dashed off through the forest. Jayfeather felt shame prickle at his pelt, he really didn't want Bramblestar to ask him why he had dashed off through the forest.
Soon, they were arrving at the Thunderclan camp entrance. The sky was now dark, many cats were going into their dens for a night's rest. Like always though, there was not enough room for all the warriors in the warrios' den and some had settled onto the ground in large bunches. Cinderheart told the others to go get some sleep as she led him up to the leaders' den.
"Bramblestar?" Cinderheart called in.
"Come in," Bramblestar's throaty mew echoed outside the cave. Jayfeather and Cinderheart both walked in at the same time. Bramblestar was alone. "I asked the other leaders to give us a moment alone." Bramblestar seemed to read Jayfeather's thoughts.
"We found Jayfeather right outside our territory," Cinderheart explained,"He looked quite dazed,"
"Let me speak for myself!" Jayfeather spat angrily, he wasn't dazed, he was confused and thinking.
"Very well Jayfeather, go ahead and explain why you ran off," Bramblestar murmured.
"Stop talking to me like I'm an apprentice who ran into the forest without their mentor, I'm your medicine cat Bramblestar. I know what I'm doing. I was simply looking for... signs from Starclan," Jayfeather improvised quickly while defending himself.
"If you were just looking for signs why do you have scratches all over your body and burrs stuck in your pelt Jayfeather?" Cinderheart's irritated voice asked him rhetorically.
Bramblestar ignored his deputy's outburst,"Did you see anything Jayfeather? From Starclan? Some kind of sign?" The leader seemed to yearn for some sign from Starclan, and Jayfeather could offer him nothing.
He shook his head,"Starclan are silent Bramblestar,"

Chapter 16

"I swear Lakekit," Dovepelt shook the small kit off her fur,"You're going to make your mentor very worried one day," The small kit had been running around camp all day, hiding in the camp's crevices and dens. Leafpool had been looking for him all day, but Dovepelt finally found him when she came back from patrol with Firepaw. Dovepelt picked the large kit up by the scruff and padded out of the warriors' den towards the nursery. His mother was sitting outside next to the very round Gingerstep. Leafpool looked up as Dovepelt approached.
"There you are!" Leafpool got to her paws and met Dovepelt in front of the nursery. "He needs a mentor to watch him," Leafpool sighed. Dovepelt nodded, but mentors were hard to come by now, with her own litter using most of the ready warriors. And until Lionblaze and Cinderheart were in better spirits they weren't candidates, maybe Leaftail or Twigstorm though.
"Dovepelt! Dovepelt!" A small apprentice scrambled through the entrance to camp. Her eyes bright, Honeypaw scrambled over the large tree trunk and shot passed Bramblestar and Onestar huddled over the fresh kill pile. Bramblestar looked up and excused  himself from the conversation. Honeypaw stopped in front of her mother, her fur prickled with excitement.
"It was amazing! I've never seen-" Honeypaw was cut short by Jayfeather's disapproving growl, he was standing behind her now with Bramblestar at his side.
"A medicine cat doesn't tell others about their ceremony," Jayfeather interjected, then he let his fur relax,"But Starclan accepted her," Dovepelt nuzzled her daughter, letting out a relaxed purr.
"Congratulations Honeypaw," Bramblestar's deep voice rumbled,"Jayfeather I need to talk to you," Jayfeather dipped his head to his apprentice and Dovepelt as he followed Bramblestar towards the leaders' den. Dovepelt flicked her ears and glanced down at her daughter staring at her mentor as he padded away. Her tail was twitching slightly.
"Why don't you go tell Stonepaw, I think Crowfeather has him cleaning out the elders' den," Dovepelt nodded towards the elderberry bush were Slatepelt and Junipertail made their nests.
"Sure! I help him get moss, Jayfeather and Willowshine always keep the freshest moss there," Honeypaw squealed, scampering away towards her den. Dovepelt felt something was missing...
"Dovepelt," Dovepelt flicked her ears as she glanced to her side. Lionblaze was ushering a wide-eyed Cinderheart through the camp, her pelt was twice it size. Lionblaze drew his tail down her shoulders towards her back. She gazed at Dovepelt with a mysterious confusion, like fog settling over a forest. Lionblaze nodded to Dovepelt, she nodded back. Cinderheart slid her gaze over Dovepelt's features, Dovepelt could feel her steady gaze on her whiskers, then her ears and on her back all the way to the tip of her tail.
"Come on, lets go talk to Leafpool," Lionblaze murmured.
Cidnerheart looked into his eyes,"Leafpool?" She asked blankly.
"Remember Leafpool?" Lionblaze whispered softly as he touched his nose to her forehead. Cinderheart blinked and nodded. Dovepelt watched the pair slowly meander towards the nursery, Lionblaze's tail still draped around her flank. A small flurry of fur rushed out of nursery as Leopardkit bounced around her parents' paws.
"Cinderheart! Lionblaze!" Leopardkit squealed, eyes bright even though she had been sickly the past moons.
"Leopardkit," Lionblaze purred, glancing at his mate and nodding,"Our kit," Cinderheart's eyes glowed at the word kit.
"They'll be a family again," Crowfeather shuffled next to her, glancing at Dovepelt. She looked at him, his eyes were glowing at his son.
"Did you ever wish things could've been different? In the beginning I mean," Dovepelt ventured, not daring to take her eyes off him. He stared at her for a few moments.
"I did, yes. I wish I could've been there for my kits, I wish I hadn't led Nightcloud on like I did and had Breezepelt. I wish that Hollyleaf was here. Of course I do, but I have everything I could ever want now." Crowfeather explained, staring into her eyes.
"And what would that be?"
"A family,"
Crowfeather flicked his eyes back to the nursery and padded after his son. Dovepelt watched him go, but the sound of gentle rock fall at the head of the camp led her eyes to the leaders' den. Jayfeather was descending the rocky outcropping, Bramblestar and the other leaders stood above the rest of the camp.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!" Bramblestar yowled. Cats came out of their dens and stood beneath the four- no five- leaders, Tinder was up there as well. "It has been well over six moons since the clans came together to face the threat of the Dark Forest as one, but the time has come for the clans to separate back into their territories." Bramblestar explained, stepping back to allow Onestar to speak.
"Windclan thanks Thunderclan for allowing us to stay here, but we owe you no debt. None of us would be alive if one of the clans hadn't joined." The other leaders shook their heads, except for Tinder, in fact he looked absolutely furious.
"Riverclan thanks you as well," Mistystar dipped her head.
"As does Shadowclan," Roawnstar murmured.
Onestar resumed,"It has been decided that we and the other two clans shall depart in two days,"
"There has been some controversy over the matter of Dovepelt," Dovepelt held he head higher at her name," Lionblaze, and Jayfeather," Mistystar mewed calmly," And even if Thunderclan seems to hold an advantage over the rest of us, Thunderclan has lost battles with the help of Lionblaze, has been weakened by sickness with Jayfeather, and has had disasters strike with Dovepelt around, so we see no need to," She thought about what to say for a moment,"seperate them." Dovepelt let out a sigh of relief.
"But we also see no need to mention their abilities to future generations," Rowanstar put in, gazing down at his clan quietly. "Theres no need to stir up trouble in the future," Rowanstar's eyes pierced through the crowd.
"Are there any objections?" Bramblestar flicked his tail, scanning the group.
"What about Tinder and that lot?" Bumblestripe called, other cats called up the same. Swift glances were cast the way of Ghost and Raccoon standing adjacent from the clans. Cristy was perched up on a rock ledge. Dovepelt searched the crowd until she found Sarah and Twilight, standing at the side of Jayfeather.
Tinder approached the edge of the rock ledge,"Sarah and I have discussed with Mistystar to join in Riverclan, along with Cristy, Raccoon, Ghost, and Sasha" His gaze grew hard,"Twilight has declined our offers to join us,"
"Is it safe to even separate? With whoever murdered Whitewing still out there..." Cristy's eyes flashed uncertainly,"What about the kits?" A quiet murmuring fluttered around the camp, especially from the nursery.
"Thunderclan is strong, we will recover from this loss," Bramblestar spoke, looking directly at Dovepelt, she felt her fur prickle.
"Where is Twilight going? Is he leaving?" Heathertail glanced back at the wiry black tom. Twilight stepped forward, clearing his throat.
"I haven't spoke to Onestar yet, but I believe its my place to live with Windclan," Twilight murmured, flicking his tail slightly, he held a hard gaze with Onestar, their eyes locked. Ashfoot jumped up onto the highledge, Onestar backed up and started speaking urgently into her ear.
"We need more warriors," Ashfoot murmured,"Since Crowfeather left," Onestar shook his head.
"He's not clanborn," Onestar murmured urgently.
"We need more warriors," Ashfoot argued,"We've nearly lost all our she-cats and there's no kits,"
"We have two apprentices in training,"
"Yes, and then they'll become warriors, we need more, were outnumbered by all the clans," Ashfoot scowled.
Onestar sat silent for a heartbeat or two before giving Ashfoot a stern look and returning to the highledge. "Twilight you are welcome to join us," Twilight dipped his head respectfully.
"Theres another matter I wish to attend to," Bramblestar approached the edge of the highledge, his eyes glowing with pride,"Mountainpaw, please step forward,"

*Le Gasp* Its been over a month since the last time I've posted. I'm so sorry, but I was caught up with camping, homework, projects, exams, among other things in my life. Hopefully I'll get back to regular posting, especially with the chance I'll get a new laptop since my birthday is coming up.
Again, so sorry.
~Firefoot

Chapter 15

Several cats hung around a giant oak, ears poised for the quiet paw steps of clan cats night hunting. But the night was quiet, the only thing that was heard was an eerie hoot of an owl. A slight breeze brushed past the tom's face, the scent of mouse. The lake gleamed under the moon's light, a bright silver without a cloud in the sky. His paws dragged across the stony shore, a gentle whisper of the water lapping at the pebbly beach, the stars shimmering silently in the sky, it all angered him.
"Its nearly Greenleaf," A velvety voice murmured behind him. The tom quietly turned around and gazed at the she-cat's green eyes glancing at the opposite shore, the soft willow trees dancing over the lake, their branch's draping protectively over it's shoreline. He could sense the longing in her stare.
"Once the clans are secured, we'll move to the Willows," He assured her, draping his tail over her tortoiseshell pelt. She glanced at him and blinked, though he could hear the scrabbling of a mock fight going on behind him. He circled around his mate to face the other direction, two toms were scuffling on the shore line, close to the water's edge while a slender tabby watching them with cold contempt. He enjoyed the way Cristy had grown so close to the regime so their plan would be a success.
"Stop it, do want to draw sleeping cats into the forest with your noise?" He growled, the two toms sprung away from each other, fur bristling. "All we need is Dovepelt to come running out here, who knows how far her senses spread," The black and white tom's ears twitched.
"What are we doing out here anyway, I thought the plans were done," The gray and black tom lashed his tail fitfully.
"Planning is done when Tinder says its done, besides, we haven't even begun," Cristy objected, glancing at Tinder, he nodded.
"Cristy is right, we haven't even started talking to the clan leaders about staying together," Tinder reminded,"We need Jayfeather too, and in two nights Sarah will be out with him and the plan will start,"
"So what are we doing tonight then?" Raccoon persisted. Tinder rolled his eyes.
"More planning,"

This is a really short chapter, but all chapters with Tinder's POV will be. 

Chapter 14

The patrol of four approached Thunderclan's home, Lionblaze watched Cinderpelt limp into the thorn barrier. He didn't understand why she wasn't asking questions about this when she didn't even know where they were or why they were here. Maybe she thought this was a sign from Starclan, and medicine cats didn't ask questions. Lionblaze didn't know, he would never be a medicine cat.

Bluestar padded into the camp, as usual there wasn't enough room in the dens for everyone and many cats were asleep outside, but tonight wasn't too bad this time in Newleaf.

"Remember, this is Cinderheart's dream so other cats can't see us," Honeyfern whispered in Lionblaze's ear. Lionblaze nodded and saw his own pelt amongst the ones laying in the camp. He followed Bluestar and Honeyfern into the medicine den where Cinderheart was fast asleep next to Jayfeather, their deep breathing was a sign they were both sleeping. Odd she would be dreaming of her self sleeping... Lionblaze thought to himself.
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Lionblaze and the others swarmed down through the tall grasses of Starclan. Cinderheart's fur touched his, it was quaking in fear like it had been for the past couple moons. On his other side was Cinderpelt, her rhythmic limp timing the speed of the gallop through Starclan only moments after they had asked Cinderherat to join them. Honeyfern was pressed close to Cinderheart's other side, but Bluestar was the only one in front of the group, leading them through the tangling grasses, Lionblaze could hear a soft hum of a river up ahead. They had past a few cats he had seen a few moons ago before the Great Battle, Firefoot, Cherrynose, Nightcloud, and Thornclaw. But now it seemed as if Starclan cats had left this part of the forest all to the patrol.
"We'll stop here," Bluestar murmured, settling down  in the tall grass. Honeyfern joined her at the blue she-cat's side, whisker poised and fur slicked back carefully. Cindereart and Cinderpelt wedged Lionblaze between them. Bluestar wasted no time,"Cinderpelt do you remember the night when the badgers invaded the Thunderclan camp?" Lionblaze glanced at the small gray she-cat.
She nodded,"I remember being with Sorreltail while she delivered her kits," Lionblaze hadn't been alive then, he had no idea how bad the badger attack was.
"Cinderheart was one of Sorreltail's kits," Bluestar touched her tail tip to Lionblaze's mate,"She was named after you,"
"I knew that, because Cinderpelt died saving me and Honeyfern and our other siblings," Cinderheart put in, Lionblaze glanced at Honeyfern, who nodded solemnly.
Cinderpelt's eyes widened, her tail started twitching wildly,"Then, then I'm dead?" Lionblaze flicked his ears. The wind rustled quietly near the group.
"Yes," Bluestar nodded,"You have been dead for many moons," The wind seemed to stop as she spoke, but her steady gaze made agitation crack like lightning around the group. Honeyfern's fur was prickling slightly, Lionblaze could smell fear, though he wasn't sure where it was coming from.
"Then why can't I remember being in Starclan," Cinderpelt objected quietly, her eyes sparkling. Bluestar blinked.
"Because you weren't," Bluestar replied, flicking an ear casually.
"You have to tell them more," Lionblaze pleaded gently, why was Bluestar being so casual about this? As far as Lionblaze was concerned, there was no way this could be a nonchalant  meeting with Starclan!
"What's going on?" Cinderheart demanded, now her tail was lashing too. Lionblaze could feel this was escalating dangerously if Bluestar didn't answer more clearly.
Bluestar blinked again,"There is something you both must know,"She drew her tongue over her paw and over one ear,"But you must not ask any questions until I'm done," Lionblaze looked from Cinderheart to Cinderpelt, they both nodded quickly. Bluestar sighed evenly, as if drawing in the coolness of the day,"Cinderpelt, Starclan told you of the day you would die. We trusted with you that you would not tell another soul, even when Leafpool had abandoned her clan. You died when a badger tried to kill Sorreltail. You were a gifted medicine cat, you know, but that was never your destiny. The day that monster hit you, all of Starclan was stunned. You would've been a gifted warrior. So when you kept that secret, well, a secret, Starclan did something amazing." Bluestar glanced at Cinderheart. Cinderheart stared blankly at Bluestar, tail twitching only mildly. Honeyfern started to sob wildly, Lionblaze suspected she already knew, but Honeyfern knew her sister would be upset when she realized what was going on.
"Then why am I here?" Cinderheart stood,"To tell Cinderpelt I have the same name as her? I'm no medicine cat, Bluestar, but I don't think that warrants a trip to Starclan when I could be dreaming in my den," She turned around as if to leave, but where would she go? She was in Starclan! Lionblaze stood with her though, trying to guide her back to the group with his tail.
Bluestar spoke again,"Do you two remember coming to the moonpool tonight?" The wind whipped across the moor. Everyone was silent until Cinderpelt spoke,"I remember being there, Honeypaw was having her medicine cat apprentice ceremony," Lionblaze let Cinderheart turn around and sit back next to Cinderpelt, leaving Lionblaze alone.
Bluestar narrowed her eyes,"But how could you? You've been dead for many moons," she mewed evenly. Lionblaze could tell she was trying to draw the realization out of the two she-cats instead of coming out and saying it directly.
"Maybe I was in spirit-" Cinderpelt was interrupted by a shrill wailing.
The fur along Cinderheart's spine rose quickly,"You're her! You're the she-cat I see in my head! When I attacked Jayfeather!" Lionblaze glanced at Honeyfern, her face was buried in her sister's shoulder.
Bluestar glanced at Cinderpelt, eyes resting on her with respect and confidence.
"Cinderheart is right, but Cinderpelt you have always been with Cinderheart, you two are one in the same," Bluestar explained carefully,"Cinderpelt when you kept the secret, Starclan awarded you with a new life, where you could be a warrior," Lionblaze looked at his mate, resting his tail over her back.
"What does this all mean?" Cinderheart demanded, eyes wide and tail lashing. Her claws scraped at the moorland grasses, the wind wrapping them around her paws.
"Cinderpelt was reborn, as Sorreltail's fourth kit," Bluestar mewed,"You Cinderheart, are Cinderpelt. You two have always been one, do you know why you know so much of medicine herbs with no medicine cat training?" Bluestar didn't wait for an answer,"But during the Great Battle in Thunderclan's camp, you saw your son, Mountainpaw fight against too many warriors than he could handle. You rushed in, but they overpowered the both of you. Mountainpaw's back leg snapped didn't it? You knew how that felt, your own leg had broke, one falling from a tree and once as Cinderpelt," Bluestar stepped forward, nose to nose with Cinderheart. Cinderheart's back was arched and her eyes were shut as memories swamped through her mind, Lionblaze wished he could read her mind like Jayfeather, then he might be able to comfort her. All he could do was press as close as he could to her.
"The memories of Cinderpelt's life overcame you, she took over. But you were both in a panic now, the only thing either of you do was run," Bluestar's eyes were so hard and cold Lionblaze didn't know if this was the same she-cat he had heard about all his life about being calm and thoughtful. "So you did, and you've lived your lives split, but Thunderclan need it's deputy, which means whenever Cinderpelt is active she must act the same as Cinderheart. Lionblaze will help you learn about your clanmates Cinderpelt but Cinderherat you should be fine." Bluestar touched noses with Cinderpelt and Cinderheart. Lionblaze twitched his nose, cat scent drifted across the moor, though he hesitated to turn his head.
"Do you both understand?" Bluestar stood up, stretching her spine luxuriously and pulling her ears the back of her head as she yawned. She glanced at the younger she-cats. Honeyfern licked her sister's head and sat next to the old gray blue she-cat.
"I-I think so," Cinderheart mumbled, leaning on Lionblaze's golden tabby fur. It was good to be with Cinderherat again, even under these circumstances.
"Yes Bluestar," Cinderpelt dipped her head. Lionblaze felt the moor drift away into haze, slowly the sky was darkening until he opened his eyes. He was back at the moonpool.

Chapter 13

Lionblaze settled next to Jayfeather, their fur touching. It had been a long time since he had slept next to is brother, Lionblaze thought it had seemed as though the last time he had had a good nights sleep was the many moons ago in the nursery with Jayfetaher and Hollyleaf. He felt a stab of grief, so many cats were alive then, life was good. He could still remember envying Berrynose for his hunting crouch and pestering Purdy, Mousefur, and Longtail for a story. Cinderheart was no more than an apprentice and Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw were his parents. He could hear Graystripe chuckling softly with Dustpelt and Firestar about a joke he had told with Cloudtail at his sidLionblaze settled next to Jayfeather, their fur touching. It had been a long time since he had slept next to is brother, Lionblaze thought it had seemed as though the last time he had had a good nights sleep was the many moons ago in the nursery with Jayfeather and Hollyleaf. He felt a stab of grief, so many cats were alive then, life was good. He could still remember envying Berrynose for his hunting crouch and pestering Purdy, Mousefur, and Longtail for a story. Cinderheart was no more than an apprentice and Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw were his parents. He could hear Graystripe chuckling softly with Dustpelt and Firestar about a joke he had told with Cloudtail at his side. Tigerstar was no more than a nursery tail and... and Hollyleaf was his trusted sister. Who he could count on to help him keep an eye on Jayfeather so he wouldn't get in trouble. She was the smartest cat he knew, and the kindest.

Lionblaze flicked his tail, shivering as a breeze blew down his spine. There was nothing to think about now except Cinderheart. He rested his nose in the Moonpool, hesitating for a moment to let Jayfeather welcome Honeypaw into the medicine cat world.

The world was cold for a moment, then Lionblaze opened his eyes. Lush green grass surrounded a barrier of thorns. He was atop of ravine, below him a bustling camp. He climbed down and looked for the entrance. He could tell by the smell this was Thunderclan, but where were his clanmates?

"These are your clanmates," A voice murmured behind him. Lionblaze turned around, Firestar, a blue gray she-cat, Whitestorm, and an ugly gray she-cat stood in front of him. Firestar spoke again,"Well, they were,"

"Where's Cinderheart?" Lionblaze asked, taking in his new surroundings. It looked exactly as Squirrelflight and Ferncloud had described it to him as a kit.

"In Yellowfang's den, in her dream she is Cinderpelt, Yellowfang's apprentice," The blue gray she-cat pointed out, Lionblaze realized this must be Bluestar. He nodded, then the flat faced elder with battle ridden scars across her face must be Yellowfang. He followed Bluestar down into the camp, noticing that Dustpelt was young and speaking to an even younger Ferncloud.

"They can't see us," Whitestorm murmured into Lionblaze's tabby ear fur,"Since this is Cinderpelt's dream she's the only one who can speak to them," Lionblaze nodded and looked around the camp. He couldn't see the familiar pelts of his clanmates and he felt like an outsider. Instead of seeing Leafpool coming out of the nursery with Lakekit, a pale ginger queen stepped out with two kits, probably Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt as kits. The soft pebbly earth underneath him was something like the floor of the camp at home, though there were less large rocks and the fact there was no large tree trunk sitting in the middle. There were however two stony outcroppings in front and back of the camp, one was leaning upward toward the sky with a small cave underneath and the other was as if some twoleg had tried to stack a third stone brick on two others creating a large den. After a few more pawsteps, the group was walking into the den, the sour scent of herbs filling Lionblaze's nose. It smelled more sour here than in Jayfeather's den.

"Cinderpelt," Yellowfang rasped, a few moments later a small gray she-cat with bright blue eyes scurried out of a second part of the den.

"Yellowfang," She dipped her head to her mentor, then to Bluestar. She looked past Whitestorm's shoulder and saw Lionblaze. "Who's this?" 

"Come with us, theres much to speak about," Yellowfang murmured, gesturing with her tail for the apprentice to follow. Cinderpelt nodded warily and limped after her mentor and her other clanmates. Lionblaze winced at her limping gait, but saw her glance his way and forced himself not to notice. Cinderpelt stepped back to join his side.
"You're a strange cat," Cinderpelt murmured in his ear. Lionblaze thought back, can she tell I'm not from here?
"I mean, you don't smell like the other clans or rogue, but you smell like all four clans," Cinderpelt rumbled.
"Come on Cinderpelt," Yellowfang rasped from the front of the patrol. Lionblaze gazed around him, the forest was not much different than the lake territory. The grass under paw became springier and star dust rained down upon them.
"Where are we going?" Cinderpelt murmured, eyes round and wide.
"Starclan," Firestar answered. Cinderpelt didn't speak. The world opened up and new cats appeared from the bracken though none approached. Their furry pelts were studded with stars and glittering path traced the floors. Lionblaze felt his own fur looked ragged and greasy here, but even Purdy, who he could now see sunbathing next to a group of elders, his fur looked shiny and clean. They passed Sandstorm weaving through a group of cats, Cloudtail, Kestrelflight, and Mothwing. A glittering stream was in front of him quicker than a flash, but instead of swimming, they crossed over a group of gray stones. A beautiful golden tabby she-cat stepped out of the bracken, Honeyfern.
"Welcome Honeyfern," Bluestar murmured, Honeyfern dipped her head and joined Lionblaze at his side.
"Hello Lionblaze," Honeyfern murmured formally. Lionblaze looked at her and nudged her flank affectionately.
"Honeyfern!" Lionblaze purred, though he wouldn't admit it now, when he was an apprentice, he had a little crush on her and her sisters. Honeyfern purred and nuzzled him back. The group continued on towards a small dot in the sky, they were almost just skimming the ground, their paws barely touching the ground. They seamed to be floating away from Starclan and descending to the lake from the sky. 

Lionblaze gasped in surprise, the lake looked like a sparkling star in the night sky. He could see all four territories and even small dots that looked like rabbits running through Windclan's old camp. He glanced to Shadowclan and he couldn't see much through the thick pine trees but he could see an owl flying from the treetops with some prey hidden in it's dagger like talons. Even search ing into Riverclan territory he could see the Willow trees swaying as if welcoming cats to come and live under their billowing branches.
"Where are we going now?" Lionblaze  called up, noticing that it was only him, Cinderheart, Bluestar, and Honeyfern gliding over the lake shoreline now.
"Thunderclan's camp," Bluestar hollered back over her shoulder, Lionblaze glanced at Cinderpelt. Her brow furrowed but she didn't say anything, just limped onward.