"Where am I?" Featherkit wondered. He was in a bright forest with great towering trees surrounding him.

It was unlike the cave warm and lively.

"Hello young one," came a deep voice from behind him.

There in front of him was a big furry tom and his jaw seemed twisted awkwardly sideways. He seemed to glow in front of Featherkit.

"I am Crookedstar, leader of riverclan, welcome Featherkit, you are now safe in Starclan territory."

"Am I dead, my father used to say then Starclan is where the bravest cats go when to die?" he asked shakily.

"No you are not dead, you are here as we believe it is time for you to return to where you belong, with you parents in the warrior clans" the shimmering warrior replied.

"But how do I get there?" he asked.

"You must leave the mountains, travel towards the setting sun and you will find your destiny."

The shimmering tom then started to fade away, disappearing in to the air.

"No don't go I need to know more!" Featherkit cried out.

"Follow your instincts." came Crookedstars voice from where he had just disappeared.

"They will lead you to where you want to go."

Featherkit then woke. He was back in his nest in the cave. The great forest had gone and he was on his own.

He bundled all the kill he could in to the fur that made his nest, and slumped the great eagle on to his back and left his cave for the very last time...