Silver Waters:

It was a silent night. Peaceful night. Cats slept well in their nests tonight. Yet something else, a difference force, disturbed one poor medicine cat. This cat was Jaywing, a look-a-like to Jayfeather. But this tom was not blind, and he was of a different clan. This tom was darker and fiercer and tougher yet all the same so much kinder and nicer then the grumpy ThunderClan medicine cat was. This gray tabby tom was a wonderful medicine cat, yet even the greatest of cats always succumbed to confusion at one point or another. Tonight was Jaywing's night.

The gray tabby tom was headed to the moonpool for it was the half-moon medicine cat meeting. Of course, the ShadowClan medicine cat was already there; he normally came well before the others. He enjoyed getting away from his responsibilities every once in a while, after all. Right now the gray tabby tom sat next to the pool, staring down at it half-heartedly. Today had not been the best; he had discovered that his catnip garden was dying. It would take a lot of tender loving care to replenish the precious herb.

Yet, though it annoyed him, Jaywing was generally unfazed by the tragedy. Though he was rarely socked or anything, to be honest. Even if he ever did get shocked or scared or annoyed, he always did his best not to let the emotion show due to an old belief that showing your emotions to another cat was a great weakness. So, of course, Jaywing had turned himself in a professional at the job. It could be nearly impossible to tell his true emotions.

Anyways, what was happening to Jaywing at that very moment? Let's dive closer into this scene.

Jaywing growled at the moonpool suddenly clouded, darkening even though the night sky was clear. The medicine cat bristled, taking a step back. What's happening?

A small part of the pool lit up, and he realized it was in the shape of a wing. The scratches tore through it, as if some cat had raked their claws down the wing.

Paw steps sounded as Redtail and Spottedstorm entered the moonpool clearing, and the shadows vanished, leaving only a sparkling pool. The two medicine cats padded over to join the gray tabby tom, glancing over their shoulders.

"Mothheart will be here any second," Redtail mewed. "So we might as well get dreaming."

Jaywing nodded and lay down, sighing. He was shivering slightly, the omen haunting the ShadowClan medicine cat greatly.

. . .

The land of StarClan was so different.

Jaywing awoke to glittering forests of starlight in a small clearing full of catnip from every corner. The gray tabby tom stared around him in confusion, surprised by the sudden change of terrains and moods. First bad stuff, now great stuff.

"You've a glorious destiny ahead of you, Jaywing dear!" came a happy, delighted voice. A silver tabby bounded into the clearing, green eyes shining happily.

It was Silverheart, Jaywing's dead mother.

"I'm so happy for you! Everything's just going to be great!" Silverheart licked Jaywing's ear before pulling away from him. "Things are to be just perfect for you, sweetie!"

Jaywing scrunched his nose. "Ew. Stop it, mom. You're not alive anymore the last time I checked so don't mother me like that."

"I'll mother you whenever and however I wish!" she retorted, bopping his nose with her tail tip. "Now aren't you happy about your awesome moons ahead of you?"

"I just received an omen," he mumbled to himself.

"Don't listen to it," Silverheart advised. "Great things are coming."

. . .

Jaywing awoke with a start, blinking. No way could he believe the happy scene. He had to prepare for the worst. And… a wing. He was Jaywing. A bird's wing. Was the omen hinting that he was going to die?

Shuddering, he prepared for his travels home while the other medicine cats continued to dream.