Huh? Blairpaw thought as she stood up on a field filled with stars. What happened? Wait a second… THE TREE! It must've crushed me! Does… this mean that I'm dead? Is this Starclan?
"Hello!" Blairpaw cried as she walked around. "Where am I? Am I dead or something? Are there any Starclan cats here to greet me?"
"Patience." A voice mused from a pile of marsh.
Blairpaw gasped and turned around to see a sliver colored tabby she-cat with blue eyes. Starlight sone in her eyes.
"Who…who are you? Are you from Starclan? Am I dead…"
"Not yet." The tabby purred.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Blairpaw demanded. "Wait a second…am I… oh I don't know…dying at the moment?"
The tabby flinched.
"I am aren't I?" Blairpaw muttered.
"Yes." The tabby admitted. "But… don't worry. You survived the accident. That's all that matters for now."
"Great. Just great." Blairpaw whispered to herself. "Wait a second? Who are you? Why are you helping me? Are you from Starclan or something?"
"Not exactly." The tabby confessed. "My story is… complicated. But…I can tell you my name."
"Well." Blairpaw mewed feeling somewhat terrified. "Who are you?"
The tabby flicked her tail and smiled.
"My name is Feathertail." The tabby purred. "And I'm here to help you."