ThunderClan's Destruction, part 1
"Spottedleaf… Spottedleaf…"
Spottedleaf opened her eyes slowly. Two shapes of cats were standing above her. She recognized them immediately: Firepaw and Graypaw. What were they doing here, in StarClan?
"Come on, Spottedleaf! You've been missing for quite a few moons now. How many was it, Graystripe?"
"At least three, Firestar."
That's right, Spottedleaf thought. He is the nw leader!
But what were they doing in StarClan?
Then she realized she was not in StarClan. She was in ThunderClan! And StarClan had made it so nobody knew she had died.
"Come on, let's go back to the Clan," Firestar said. Spottedleaf rose and followed them to the camp.
Spottedleaf was greeted with purrs and licks. Bluestar jumped down from the Highrock to greet her. Had StarClan sent her, too? They must have, for she gave Spottedleaf a knowing look.
"Come with me," said Bluestar. "I have a new den that has been waiting for you." Bluestar trotted off near the warrior dens and Spottedleaf followed her.
"I thought StarClan would send you too." She said to Spottedleaf. "They told me ThunderClan was in great need. They showed me a jewel that hypnotized the other cats into thinking I had never gone to StarClan at all." "They did the same to me, Bluestar." Spottedleaf replied. "I wonder what ThunderClan needs." Bluestar laughed. "I told Firestar he was the leader, but he didn't understand at all."
"Here is your den!" Bluestar said. Spottedleaf could smell delicious aromas of herbs and flowers coming from a small den. They entered it. There was a small rug made of the pelt of an animal, but Spottedleaf could not identify it. There were other pelts hanging on the walls and in the center was a tree stump that could be used as a table. There were herbs of every kind on the table, giving off a pleasant aroma. It was a fine little den and Spottedleaf was fond of it.
"I shall leave you to your business. We are having a ThunderClan Gathering when the sun is highest in the sky. I will see you then." Bluestar trotted out of the den.
Spottedleaf moved towards the herbs. She was going to sort them into piles when a terrible vision flashed in her mind. ThunderClan cats were leaping about, frightened. Then came huge, dark cats and other creatures… dogs, perhaps? No, they were not dogs.
Then she realized the creatures could see her. One turned on her and leaped, but a rush of orange fur beat it to her. The vision vanished.
"Spottedleaf!"
It was Firestar!
"You were screaming. Are you all right?" he asked. "Yes, I am fine." Spottedleaf replied shakily. Firestar gazed at her for a moment. Then he picked up a mouse. "Here is your fresh-kill. You should get some sleep."
Spottedleaf thanked him and ate her fresh-kill. Then she curled up on a bed of leaves. I will figure this all out in the morning, she decided. In a few minutes, she was asleep.