"Jayfeather?"
It was Bluestar.
"Jayfeather? Are you okay?" she asked again.
Jayfeather struggled to his paws and shook his fur to clear his mind.
"Bluestar?" he asked. He knew he was dead- obviously, he was in Starclan.
He felt confused as he stared at his paws, trying to remember what had happened.
"Jayfeather, it's okay."
Jayfeather looked up, still confused. "What happened?" he asked, feeling airy.
"You died. You're in Starclan," Bluestar replied, the worry audible in her voice.
"I know," Jayfeather said. He staggered as he tried to take a step forward. "But how?"
Bluestar didn't answer, rushing to Jayfeather to help support him. They stood in silence, Bluestar studying Jayfeather's confused expression. She was thoroughly concerned about him- this wasn't what a newly dead warrior was supposed to act when they came into Starclan.
"Jayfeather."
Bluestar twisted around to see who'd spoken- it was Rock, his gaze fixed on Bluestar and Jayfeather. Jayfeather's eyes stayed where'd they'd been; he was still trying to figure out what happened. Though his gaze was settled on the floor, his eyes were glossy as if he was staring off into the distance.
"Bluestar," Rock said, "There is reason for this."
"What?" Bluestar asked, not understanding. "Why is he like this?"
Rock narrowed his eyes. "I think you know, Bluestar. Wasn't it like this with Cinderpelt?"
Bluestar thought for a moment, eventually saying, "But why? This wasn't supposed to happen again."
"Well, it has," Rock said, his intense eyes sending a chill down Bluestar's back. Turning to leave, he added, "And you need to make sure the clans are prepared... More are going to be joining Jayfeather."