Rising Night: Lost Souls

by Eowyn Fauchelevent

Exctly who and what are the strange mist warriors that Moonpaw, daughter of Hollyleaf, keeps seeing? This story explains. A part of my Legend of Hollyleaf series. Generally not part of the current plot line, an explanation on part of Moonkit's Prophecy.

1. Prologue

Ok, time to tell you who the Mist Warriors are! This story will hopefully tell you all you need to know about these mysterious cats.

Hollyleaf: But is it necessary to put them in my series?

AR: Yes, it is, because they are featured in Moonkit's Prophecy! This is an explanatory story.

Hollyleaf: Oh. I still don't like it!

Spottedleaf: Deal with it!

The Lost Souls

Prologue

Silverflight opened her eyes. Her tabby pelt seemed different, misty. What was wrong with it. She went to touch her nose to it, and her nose went through her pelt. She shrieked in horror, and began to run. Just when she thought she would hit a tree, she went through the tree.

"What in the name of StarClan is wrong with me!" she screeched. There was no frightened call of birds, or startled prey. She had been hit by a monster, yet she was not in StarClan. Nor was she alive with crushed bones. Had the whole thing been a nightmare? Was she still in the nightmare? What was happening?

"Help me," she whimpered, trembling as she sank to the ground, crouching beneath a bush, feeling the awkwardness of the bush going through her and inside her.

"Only the moon can help you, and the rest of us, but the moon is not here yet," came a voice. She jumped up, not even noticing that the bush was going through her.

"Who are you, and what's going on?" she demanded. The other cat, who was also misty-pelted, showed themself.

"Darkfire?" she mewed. Darkfire had also died, two season-cycles ago.

Darkfire nodded. "Yes, it's me. For some reason, several of us who die are kept behind. We are not truly dead, apparently. Our souls are lost, and we are divided. We leave our bodies behind, but our spirit is separated from our soul, so we cannot travel on to StarClan, or in the case of some, to the Dark Forest, the Place-of-no-stars."

Silverflight gaped at him. "So there is no way for us to get to StarClan? We are kept here in some sort of living death?"

"Only until the moon comes and frees us by rejoining our souls to our spirit. And the moon is yet to be born."

"So how long do we have to wait?"

"I do not no. Come, I'll bring you back to camp."

Hollyleaf: I found that intensely creepy.

Blackstar: I think it's kind of cool. No one would find you! I'd be able to avoid your sledgehammer!

Hollyleaf: (Hits Blackstar with sledgehammer)

Spottedleaf: Yes, Blackstar, but you'd be caught in a living death! For centuries possibly!

Blackstar: (In pain) That's true, however, at least the sledgehammer would go through me instead of hitting me.

AR: (sighs)