Prologue
Applepaw looked outside of the apprentice den and realized she was up awfully early. She looked around herself wondering if Maplebrook, her mentor, was up. She walked over to the Warrior den and looked around, Maplebrook wasn't anywhere within sight, but a friend of hers, Shimmertail was.
"Shimmertail,"
she whispered, "Wake up; I need your help finding Maplebrook."
When
Shimmertail would not wake up; she scented another cat standing
behind
her.
"Welcome Applepaw to Starclan," a soft voice welcomed.
"I'm not dead am I?" Applepaw asked.
"No, you aren't dead, you are still asleep," the voice answered.
"Who are you?" Applepaw asked thankful that she wasn't dead; she had heard
cats come in dreams to other cats every now and then.
"My name can be concealed for now," the voice answered, "though I can tell you
I am a member of Starclan."
"You are?" Applepaw kept her back to this new cat in case it was a trick.
Starclan was where cats go when they die; cats' ancestors sometime come back in
dreams and tell them about the future ahead. Starclan cats can protect a cat, but they can't change the will of fate and they can tell cats about the near future so they can change it or know ahead of time so they are able to protect themselves. In this case a cat was coming back in a dream to tell Applepaw something special.
"Yes I am now let's get to my point of being here," the voice grew impatient, "I
am here to tell you to 'Take risks for friends even if they have a low chance of succeeding'." Applepaw had been scared to turn around but now she knew who this cat was and she turned around to see a beautiful cat with pinkish-grayish shining fur that had a trace of stardust on it. It shone like the moon and stars combined. She had a soft voice that was like a feather and was walking around like the air itself.
"Perhaps I can tell you my name before I go," the cat spoke wonderingly, "my
name is Velvetleaf." And the strange she-cat faded away into dust.