Ravenpaw's Destiny
Two she-cats sat together by the barn. One, a blue gray, was watching anxiously through the broken door of the ancient Twoleg dwelling.
"How much longer until he joins us?" she asked the other cat.
"Not long." replied the torteshell quietly. "He has been near us for days."
"Have you told him? Did you have time?" asked the blue-gray she-cat, worriedly.
"Relax Bluestar." meowed the torteshell, letting out a faint mrrow of laughter. "I spoke to him last night."
"But Spottedleaf!" said the cat called Bluestar. "He may not of had time. What if he did not pass on the message?" she said.
"He should have." soothed Spottedleaf.
"Wouldn't it have been easier to give the message straight to the cat it is intended to be given to?" a third she-cat, gray, approached the group.
"Decided to join us Yellowfang?" observed Spottedleaf.
"Hush. Yellowfang has a point." hissed Bluestar.
"I know Bluestar." said Spottedleaf, blinking her eyes to the old ThunderClan leader. "But surely Ravenpaw will react better if told by his friend- After all, he thinks that StarClan is no longer watching over him!"
A moan of pain came out of the barn, turning into a wail of grief. A fourth cat joined the group. He was a black and white tom. He stopped their coversation.
"I'm sorry Spottedleaf." he meowed. "I didnt- I couldnt-" he gulped. "Ravenpaw has not been given the message."
"Calm down Barley." cooed Bluestar. "You are welcome in the ranks of StarClan. You must tell Ravenpaw in another way. Perhaps it is better this way." she added.
"Thank you Bluestar." said Barley. Dipping his head to her, he vanished and faded, like a star into the Silverpelt. Yellowfang followed him. Spottedleaf gazed at Bluestar.
"But Ravenpaw should know; StarClan will always be with him." she meowed. Then both she-cats vanished into the sky, like bright, shiny stars.