A/N- This is the second chapter of Silverpool's story, and thanks to all my reviewers! Please review for a VIRTUAL Silverpool plushie!

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Chapter 2- Dark Side of the Moon

Hollystar led me into a clearing. It was huge! There were four great oak trees, one in each corner, and a massive rock stood in the centre. Before me stood many cats, stars shining in their fur. I gazed at them with wonder, then realised I was one of them now, too.

A silver she-cat stepped up to me, her fur shining in a light that seemed to come from nowhere. I suddenly realised it was my daughter, Featherpaw.

"Greetings, Silverpool, mother. Welcome to Starclan!"

She looked wiser than I had ever seen her, but she was still just as playful and happy. I purred and rubbed my cheek against hers, greeting her after so many moons of being apart.

"What do I do now?" I asked her.

"Come with me, mother, and I will show you the whole of Starclan!"

I nodded and she led me off to one side, as the rest of Starclan dispersed. I couldn't help feeling that the event I had just witnessed had been a lot less dramatic than I had ever imagined it, and I had to struggle greatly to suppress a wave of anger that the best and most lavish appearances were saved for those who were alive.

A couple of the Starclan cats approached me. I recognised them as Moonpelt, my mother, and Stonetail, my brother. They greeted me politely. I replied and then asked them,

"Where is Cloudfeather? Where is my sister?"

Moonpelt purred and said,

"You remember Sandkit? Sunstream's kit that was taken by a hawk? Your sister came to us a few days before. She is the one who cares for Sandkit now."

I nodded, understanding, then requested,

"May I see her?"

It was Featherpaw who replied.

"Come, I will take you to see her."

Featherpaw trotted away light heartedly, and I padded after her.

She led me through the starry forest, which seemed bathed in an eternal night.

"Is it always dark here?" I asked, shivering.

"There is plenty of light!" my daughter replied, though I couldn't help feeling that such an ambiguous and mysterious response had never been like her in life, and that death must have done this to her. I shivered again at the thought that I could turn out like that just by being here.

Finally we reached a clearing which was much bigger than the first. Many nests were scattered throughout it, in which sat countless queens, with numerous kits playing between them.

Featherpaw and I weaved our way through until we cam to the nest in which my sister was curled, resting. She looked up, her eyes wide as we approached.

"Silverpool!" she cried, "You're here? How did you die?"

I padded up to her and sat down before the nest, my eyes glowing with warmth as I saw Sandkit, curled up asleep by her chest.

"I was killed by a badger," I explained, "Ashclaw, Sootcloud and I were driving it out of our territory."

Cloudfeather nodded, a sad expression etched on her face.

"I understand. I know how it feels to die. But at least you continue. However, curled up here, I rarely hear the latest news. Occasionally your daughter comes and tells me, but not often. So tell me, what has happened in your life?"

I looked across at her, still numb and sad, but I began my story.

"After you died, I was so sad and lonely. Stonetail was already dead, and so was our mother. I had almost no-one. But then Icefur was so kind and nice to me; so comforting. Anyway, three moons later, I had three kits; Icefur's kits."

Cloudfeather nodded.

"You called them Mistykit, Frostkit and Featherkit, the last one being named after me."

"Yes," I replied, "And I raised them well, I like to think. I was so proud the day they were made apprentices. But then, a moon later, Featherpaw here was killed by a fox, and I was sad again. In fact, I was utterly devastated. But some moons later, the other two were made warriors, Mistyfur and Frostleaf. But now, only two moons later, I find myself here."

My head drooped and a great wave of grief threatened to consume me.

Cloudfeather nodded sadly, then meowed,

"It is sad, I know. But I suppose there are still the cats down in the forest, and your kits. They are still alive. And that's what matters, that there are still cats left to carry on. Anyway, you can still visit them in dreams, or care for a kit. Or one day you could wonder this forest for all eternity with your lover once he…"

Cloudfeather trailed off, her voice fading into nothing. I stared at her, understanding, then said,

"Anyway, I suppose I've still got to see the rest of this place."

Cloudfeather nodded, a small, but sad smile forming.

"Well, goodbye then, for now."

I nodded goodbye and turned away, following Featherpaw as she led the way back out of the clearing.

I glanced back at Cloudfeather as I was leaving, smiling goodbye.