Runningwind perched on a starry limb, looking out over the clans. Oh Starclan, he thought, what did I do to deserve watching this.
"Hey Runningwind!"
Runningwind whipped around just in time to see Spottedleaf brush past him into the Dark Forest. Her tail was held in a wary gesture, her ears pricked up and listening for trouble as her eyes scanned the trees.
"Looking for someone," Runningwind asked. "Tigerstar perhaps?"
"Um, no. Actually, I was looking for Hawkfrost. They say he's training cats in there. But they wont let me in, and I have no intention of fighting them, so I figured I'd just..." She trailed off uncertainly.
"Right." Runningwind snorted. " You figured you'd just wait outside and try to spot them training. Well, they probably wont train so close to Starclan. We need to catch them inside," He flicked his tail toward the Place of No Stars. "And if you do see them, it's not like you can just march in and stop them," he snorted.
"Still," Spottedleaf insisted. "I have to try."
"Fine," Runnongwind meowed. "Just don't come crying to me if they rip your pelt off."
Spottedleaf growled in frustration as Runningwind stalked off into the green forest of Starclan. But what he didn't know was that she had connections, cats so old that they dated back to when Brokenstar was kitted. Yellowfang was his mother, and even separated, held in two different worlds of the afterlife, she cared for him. She was heartbroken that he had been so evil, but she was still his mother.
Suddenly, there was a ripple of movement in the undergrowth, and out popped Brindleface. The she-cat purred a greeting and bounced after Mosskit. The little kit was bouncing and skipping toward the dark trees.
"No, no Mosskit," the queen called. "Not over there! You'll hurt yourself!"
The little kit paid no attention, bouncing into the trees, only to scamper back as a loud hiss startled her.
"Oh;" she squeaked. "Oh Starclan's kits!"
Whitestorm Paced back and forth in the forest of Starclan. He muttered to himself about leaders and their stupid choices. He could see Firestars faded image padding through the trees, the shimmer of six lives lost in his starry pelt. He could not speak or hear, but some cats could communicate with him with tail flicks and twitches of their ears. Only Whitestorm knew that it was better to leave him alone. Who knew, if not the star spangled cats, what it could do to the living cat below them.
There were certain things you could never do in Starclan, and Bluestar knew it. But the one thing she could not resist doing was trying to enter the Dark Forest.