A small, lithe orange and tortoiseshell she-cat with an unsual dappled pelt padded along the white nothingness, her little white paws carrying her on tirelessly. Her amber eyes flicked around, but there was nothing to look at.
I'm lost. Gone forever, damned to walk in this nothingness until the end of time.
She had been killed. Not just once, twice. Her soul was lost. She had once been a very valuable member to StarClan but now she was nothing. Not even the memory of her would keep her soul alive now.
"Someone help me!" She called out, but her voice echoed and was met with no sound back. She was horrified. How would she hunt? She used to use her free time hunting in StarClan but there was literally nothing here.
And then suddenly, a light.
A light was shining ahead of her. Full of a newfound hope, she began bounding forward, all of her senses alert.
"What are you doing wandering about these parts?" The she-cat whipped her head around, but saw no cat.
"Who's there?" She cried, growing frantic. "Please just help me. I'm l-lost. I need to get back to St-"
"Hush, Spottedleaf." The voice croaked, seemingly frustrated. "I know who you are. I've known your whole family line. You are here for a reason." Spottedleaf cowered low to the ground. "Your soul will not dissapear. Bluestar was right when she said you were destined to die saving Sandstorm. But that was Spottedleaf's destiny. You as Spottedleaf were destined to dissapear forever so in StarClan, Firestar and Sandstorm could share the rest of their lives together, instead of him being torn between the two."
Spottedleaf's eyes widened immensly. It was true...Firestar was destined to be with Sandstorm, no matter how much it pained her to admit.
"So what happens to my soul then?" Spottedleaf asked timidly. And finally a cat began padding forward from the light, materializing before her. He was the most frightning cat she'd seen; completely naked with bulging white eyes and a rat-like tail. She recognized him as the ancient cat Rock, long before her time.
"You have a much bigger purpose than most, Spottedleaf. The Lake is the home to the real Clans. You will be the one to take the cats out of the sky and bring them to the moon." Rock began to fade away, and Spottedleaf raced desperately towards the light.
"How can I take cats to the moon?" She cried, racing on. "I'm not even in StarClan anymore! I'm nothing!" She cried. But as she ran on, the light got brighter and she was engulfed by it.
She was falling. The light had seemed to drop her from the sky and she was floating like a leaf above the lakes.
Help me! I'm falling!
She cried but she was nothing more than an apparition to all the other living creatures. She was headed towards a moor, towards a gorse bush. There was a female inside giving birth to kits, and as Spottedleaf's soul approached the ground she began falling faster.
StarClan, don't forget me!