Hey, people! This is another Warrior fic involving Tigerstar. I promised a sequel, and it could be coming… But for now, this story is about Other Skies. What Tigerstar mentioned in Starlight, and where Darkstripe is with him. I was inspired by Journey to StarClan by Dewflower. Thanks! Ok, so here's how it works: this talks about just what other skies are. The Hunting Grounds StarClan does not even know about. So here it is.
(It's the night after the four Clan cats left the Cave, and the Tribe of Rushing Water.)
The Tribe cats are all sleeping, but one is still awake. Stoneteller was sitting up, still grieving for young Feathertail who died to save the Tribe although she had one other prophecy to fulfill with the Clan cats. He sighed, but his ears pricked up in remembrance. Stormfur, one of the cats on the journey, stayed with them so he could be with Brook Where Small Fish Swim (AKA Brook). Stoneteller knew Stormfur would be the closest thing he knew to Feathertail. Stop, he thought. Feathertail is not your Tribe member. She may have been noble, and helped the Tribe, but she is not a member. Sleep, as much rest is needed.
Stoneteller closed his eyes. He slowly opened them. He was in a cave similar to the Cave of Pointed Stones. It had a large stone in the middle where moonlight shone into. What is this? He saw a slender silver cat bounding towards him. The moonlight revealed the cat's face. The cat was a she-cat, and very beautiful. She looked very similar to Feathertail. "Are you.. Feathertail?" he mewed.
"No," the she-cat mewed. "I am Silverstream. I am Stormfur's and Feathertail's mother." As she spoke, another gray she-cat bounded toward him. He recognized the gray she-cat—it was Feathertail.
"Feathertail! What brings you to me?" Stoneteller asked. "Are you part of the Tribe of Endless Hunting? And you, Silverstream; are you one who Hunts with the Tribe of Endless Hunting?"
"No. I hunt with StarClan." Silverstream replied. Stoneteller remembered the Clan mentioning one Clan named StarClan. It was sort of similar to the Tribe's Tribe of Endless Hunting.
"I hunt in both skies, StarClan's as well as the Tribe's. Other skies are where both ancestors hunt." Feathertail mewed thoughtfully.
"Why are you here?"
The cats did not answer. Instead, the dappled moonlight shone onto the stone and the cats disappeared. In the distance, three shadowy shapes were moving about, outside the cave. Stoneteller padded one pawstep outside to the shapes, which turned out to be cats. One sleek black-and-gray tabby was murmuring about the other skies. The other one was a tabby with very long claws. And the last cat- he recognized it instantly. Its large body, murderous fangs bared and long tail let him know the cat's identity. It struck him like lightning. It was Sharptooth. He had hoped never to see the cat again.
Had Feathertail gone with Sharptooth and the tabbies discussing the other skies? Stoneteller wondered. Before he could answer, Stoneteller was swallowed up in the darkened shadows of the murky cave.