"But how do I find Starclan?" Feathertail asked herself. She stood there watching her friends, along with the Tribe, dig her body out from under the rocks. They buried her outside the cave. Out of all her friends that mourned for her, even her brother, Crowpaw was the one that stayed the longest. This sight made her feel so happy, that she forgot that her words spoken to him are useless now. "Thank you Crowpaw! I will always love you!" Then she snapped back to reality, "I will always be watching..."
"Feathertail..." Silverstream spoke soothingly, "You need to move on, I'm sorry to say this, but he has to move on too..."
"I know... I will miss him so much!" Feathertail spoke with sadness.
"I know how you feel... I miss Graystripe! But I must move on, and so will he..." Silverstream wispered.
"How do I find you? Find Starclan?" Feathertail asked, trying to avoid the sadness that was seeping into her heart.
"You must use your senses to bring you to the Tribe of Endless Hunting, you will find a path from there. I will help you," Silverstream was almost choking on emotion.
"I'll try..." Feathertail croached down, and closed her eyes; Using her senses to find the Tribes ancestors. She gave up, nothing seemed to change. But when she opened her eyes, she found herself among cats she didn't know. "Path... Path..." She said, turning this way and that, trying to find the path her mother spoke of.
"I know what your looking for..." A mysterious cat said, padding up to her.
"You know where the Path is?" She asked hopefully.
"Yes. Follow me," The strange cat said, leading the way.
Feathertail followed. They shortly came to a forest.
"You must find your way through here, to find the way to your ancestors," The cat spoke, padding away.
"Thank you!" Feathertail called after the cat, he waved his tail in acknowledgement.