Ok Everybody. This is the return of the story! Whoo! Yeah, this was up for like a reeally long time, but then my computer spazzed and deleted the story. I was pretty mad.

Anyway! This is story filled with oneshots. oneshot of what I think happend to certain cat's when they died. Like, we know about how they died, because we were there cheering on the sidelines for our favorite character (at least for most of them). But what happened where the Erins left off? When the were gone. While their clanmates were mourning and sharing tounges, they must have been doing something!

Anyway, thats what I'm writing about. What happens to cat's when they die. Spottedleaf's up first, cause she just that awesome. Enjoy...

"Clawface!" Spottedleaf hissed, her amber eyes wide with fear and fur bristling. She backed up into a corner, away from the heavily-scarred tom "What are you doing here?" She had never feared this tom- as a medicine cat she was above that- but nowthe evil glint in his eyes sent a chill through her spine.

"Finishing you off, crowfood!" He growled, baring his yellow teeth into a snarl. With eyes gleaming with the light of battle he leapt at her, thorn-sharp claw unsheathed as he aimed for the medicine cat's throat.

"Not while I can fight," She threw the insult with determination, some vague voice in her mind telling her that she didn't stand a chance. Her mentor, Icepetal, had died before her training was complete, leaving some things out- including some of her fighting training. She could only dodge Clawface's attack as his teeth snapped next to her twitching ear. Clawface growled and flew onto his opponent's back, and with the skill of a seasoned warrior he pinned her to the sandy ground. His heavy paw landed on Spottedleaf's dappled neck.

"Say hi to Redtail for me."His rank teeth bit hard into the medicine cat's throat

"No! The clan needs me!" She tried to say the words and scream out for help, but the fatal bite made it impossible, and they never truely left her mouth. She felt blood wet her fur, and her tattered body jerked wildly as she fought for air. With blackening vision, she spotted an orange tom cross the camp to and move behind a tree, too worried about missing kits to notice the horror scene happening only a few tail-lengths away. Firepaw. She blinked lovingly at the young apprentice, realizing she would never be able to express her hidden and forbidden love for him.

The last thing she saw was Clawface's evil smile before a wave of peace flooded her, and she plunged into warm darkness.

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When Spottedleaf awoke, she found herself not in the Thunderclan camp, but alone in a dew-covered clearing . The circular clearing was surrounded by thick, leafy trees, ruffling in the slight breeze and whafing the scents of the night to her nose. Silverpelt twinkled clearly over Spottedleaf's head, closer and brighter then usual. "Where am I?" she whispered.

Her mind told her she was in StarClan, but the confusion from unfamiliar surroundings blocked out clear thought. Suddenly she remembered Clawface, and carefully placed her white paw where he had delivered the hard blow, only to find soft, dry fur. It's gone...

"Welcome Spottedleaf." A small cat appeared from the surrounding trees and sat a few tail-lengths away in the sparkling grass. The she-cat's long gray fur shone with the light of StarClan, and her leaf-green eyes gleamed with wisdom and knowledge that Spottedleaf almost couldn't comprehend. With a jolt old memories were released and she recognized the cat. "Icepetal!"

The former medicine cat and Spottedleaf's mentor smiled and nodded her head in recognition. Born a runt, Icepetal had always been frail, and blackcough had claimed her life quickly. She had left Spottedleaf, then Spottedpaw, missing parts of her training. Spottedleaf had learned what she lacked from experience, but she had never forgotten her mentor, and wondered in her mentor hadn't forgotten either in the ranks of Starclan Curiosity and wonder kept her firmly planted to the ground, resisting the urdge to run.

Icepetal chuckled "Yes, it is me."

She gracefully padded closer to her, and continued, "During life, you have shared the secrets of Starclan and your skillful healing with your Clan and yourself. Now your time in ThunderClan is up, and you will share your wisdom and expertise with us in Starclan." A proud gleam crossed her green eyes, and she whipped her head up to the enclosing stars. "Spottedleaf, your life has been cut short by the blood-thirsty power of Brokenstar and his followers. You have lived the life of a medicine cat, so now we ask if you want to dwell for eternity as a StarClan medicine cat."

Spottedleaf didn't have to think before replying, "Yes." Who wouldn't want to be in StarClan?

Icepetal nodded. "Good. I hoped you would." Her former mentor turned and flicked her tail toward the trees. "Come, we have something to show you."

Spottedleaf's excitement had just about vanished, an act of StarClan. She flicked her ear in confusion. "We?"

"You'll see." An almost mocking look entered her gaze, as if she was enjoying baiting her apprentice again. She entered the trees, Spottedleaf on her tail.

She expected to meet more forest beyond, but instead she found herself at Sunningrocks with Icepetal at her side. The reek of blood and RiverClan stuffed up her nose, making it wrinkle in disgust. Cats were fleeing the scene of a battle, and as they ran they left the horror and fighting behind. Icepetal spoke softly.

"Watch."

Spottedleaf focused her eye into a corner of the territory, and saw two cats. One was a tabby, bleeding heavily, his flank exposing a huge gash. His teeth met the throat of another wounded tom with a crimson tail that matched his bloody pelt. Spottedleaf froze when she recognized the two cats, and she found her paws frozen onto the sandy ground. "T-tigerclaw! W-what is he doing to Redtail?" She managed to scammer through her shock. "We have to help them!" She tried to move, but her shaking paws would not budge.

Icepetal sighed. "We cannot help."

"But Redtail's my father!" Spottedleaf cried.

"You don't understand," murmured Icepetal. "This has already happened- it is a thing of the past."

All of Spottedleaf's medicine cat wisdom seemed to fade with Tigerclaw as he rushed away from his murder scene. "But... he just killed my father! Why didn't we do anything? Can't you do something?" She felt anger enter her, making her claws sink into the sand. How could Tigerclaw, one of the most respected warriors in the forest, kill her father, the deputy of ThunderClan?

"We are StarClan. We cannot control a cat's mind or destiny. We can only watch over them and give comfort in times of trouble." Regret and sadness mingled in her voice, and suddenly Spottedleaf understood her frustration. StarClan was her clan now, and she would feel the same way soon enough.

All she could mutter was a single "Oh." Then the scene changed, and the scent and sight blood and battle and Redtailwere gone. They were replaced with the scents of kits and cats that were so painfully familiar,and a pang of sadnedd peirced her like a thorn.

They were in the nursery, empty except for four cats, all with orange pelts except for one, who was a tabby, her fur blending into the twigs. She suckled next to another orange kit, their pitiful mews shortly silenced by their mother's milk. A sand-colored queen look down at them lovingly, as did a firey tom who Spottedleaf recognized with an aching heart.

"Firepaw and... Sandpaw? Mates?" She felt her heart break in two as Firepaw licked Sandpaw's head lovingly. They gazed into each other's eyes, and then at the squirming kits.

" Firestar and Sandstorm, as they will be," Icepetal corrected, "And yes."

"Wait... Firestar?" She took a closer look at the leader. The small, untrained apprentice she remembered didn't match up to this strong, battle-scarred tom that was put before her. His eyes twinkled with happiness and relief as he looked at the two kits, still too young to look back. But- I loved him. And I thought he loved me. Her tail drooped.

As if reading her mind Icepetal rested her gray tail in her dappled fur. "We cannot control love, and we cannot interfere with Clan life. That would make our code useless, and strip the living of their freedom." She gazed into Spottedleaf's amber eyes, and the tabby cat tried to mask how hurt she felt as she looked at Firestar. Her attempts were in vain, and Icepetal saw the truth as clearly as if she had meowed it aloud. "You loved him, didn't you?"

Spottedleaf straightened. She took a breath and opened her mouth to argue, but after thinking, she quickly shut it. She could never lie to another fellow medicine cat, especially if they were a StarClan cat like she now was. She sighed, "Yes... I did." It sounded more like the kit's pitiful moaning then a statement, and she lowered her head. "Why did I have to go?"

"Because it was your destiny. We need you here to guide your Clan and-" she flicked her tail at Firestar" -their future leader. Firestar won't get here, hs future posttion, by himself. We selected him long ago to fulfill a great prophecy, and you were also chosen- to help him."

"Me?" She looked disbelievingly at Firestar, and noticed the smallest bit of betrayal slip through his green eyes as he licked his kits. Does he remember? Does he wish that it was me? Does he think he's betraying me with his kits?

"Yes. We need you to guide him and get him where he will be. No other cat can. And if you don't, this scene may never be." Icepetal was gentle with her words, a characteristic trait that didn't give the words the edge they needed to sound urgent.

Spottedleaf looked at the Starclan cat. "Of course I'll help him!" She sat up taller and locked her eyes with Icepetal's. "If Firepaw's greatness depends on me, so be it. I will help the cat I loved through his life, making sure he finds his destiny along with Sandpaw and their kits. Firepaw will become Firestar, and nothing can stop me from achieving that goal with him!" She surprised herself with the wisdom and conviction that came out of her mouth, a StarClan-given gift that a young medicine cat would never truely have in life. "Sandstorm will be a better mate then I ever would, anyway. He made a wise choice." The last words were almost choked out through the sadness of revealing that the love was forbidden.

Icepetal swept her fluffy gray tail against the hard earth. "I didnt need a speech!" she teased. "But I'm glad you said yes." She pointed her ears at the helpless kits "Because these kits, Leafkit and Squirrelkit, will save the clans. Firestar's legacy will live on through his kin. And you will be honored through them as well. Look at the tabby kit- Leafkit."

Spottedleaf looked hard at the pitiful pile of fur, and smiled as she looked into those amber eyes, filled with a wisdom that no kit should ever have. She looks like me. "Will she be a medicine cat?" she wondered, putting her thoughts into words

"Yes. The best the forest has ever seen." Icepetal turned her head toward the entrance of the nursery. "That's all I have to show you; may StarClan guide your clan. Let's go." She whirled around and gracefully left out the den.

Spottedleaf took one last loving look at Firestar as he faded into the background, and then she followed Icepetal out into her new home. She wasn't sure what would happen next, but she knew one thing for sure. You will always be my Firepaw. I will always love you, no matter what separation StarClan puts between us. I will watch you, and never forget you.

And maybe, if I'm lucky, you won't forget me, either.

Requests are open! And, ya know, I always loved those reviews...

Next up: Brightpaw and Swiftpaw