AN: Hey, look! Another chapter! Yah. I lied when I said one update a week O_o I think I like this story too much to leave it alone….

Okay, a bit of OOC going on here with the cats.

Disclaimer:Rock wants cookies. I want Warriors. Sadly, neither of us own what we want

The Journey Begins

Firestar's POV

We left the lake territories, and had traveled for quite a while when Yellowfang proclaimed that it was a good place to gather herbs. We were still surrounded by tall trees, but the woods were becoming more sparse, and through the gaps in foliage the hazy outline of the Tribe's mountains were visible.

As the four of us gathered herbs (well….three of us, while Hollyleaf complained that medicine cat training sucked in real life, and it sucked even more in the afterlife), Bluestar came up on my left, hopping on three legs, with the fourth leg swathed in cobwebs. As Yellowfang wrapped the cobwebs up in a large leaf, Bluestar said, "So, Firestar…how were your nine lives? I saw how you lost each one of them. The one I gave you was the most important, was it not? The best came last?" She prompted. What? Yellowfang growled in warning. I had better not say something stupid...

"Well…." I started, " Bluestar gave me three gifts (nobility, certainity, and faith) with her life. So I supposed I was wisest in that life?" Bluestar nodded in approval. "Your last life was used well, Firestar," she said, "you fulfilled the zillionth prophecy that was given to you and you saved the Clans." Redtail mewled in complaint. "Yeah, sure, but that's easy for him, he fulfilled all the prophecies. He's the main cat in the series!"

Hollyleaf and Bluestar looked at him in extreme confusion.

"Anyway," he started, looking flustered, as if he had no idea what he had said either, "Firestar brought back the lost clan, SkyClan! Doesn't that count for something? My gift of justice was well-spent, no?" Bluestar laughed. "He lost that life to a talking rat. That's pathetic." "Excuse me?" I was taken aback. "Spottedleaf told me to go on that quest!"

"Well." Yellowfang interrupted, dropping the last of the wrapped herb packages onto a large dock leaf, which she started to roll up with her front paws, "according to: .com/wiki/Firestar, no one knows what happened to my life. 'Unkown.' Really? Unknown?" She glared at us, and Bluestar and Redtail instantly stopped bickering. "What's a wiki?" Redtail whispered to Hollyleaf. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "This internet thing. Duh."

"Um." I said pathetically. What the heck? Where did all this come from? I thought.

Yellowfang's life….a gift of compassion, right? I tipped my head to the side, thinking. Seventh life. Compassion. I had to have died with something to do with compassion, right? No? Oh. Ohhhh. OH. Suddenly I remembered and I felt hot under my pelt. "Weeeelllll?" Hollyleaf prompted.

I shuffled my paws embarrassedly. They all sat down to hear a story. I sighed and said, rather quickly, and with no pauses, "So I saw a mouse stuck in the river and I wanted to help it but then my hunting instincts kicked in and I leapt down the ravine to grab it BUT THEN I FELT BAD AND COMPASSIONATE towards the dumb prey and I hesitated and freakin' hit my head on a rock and had a concussion and died!" Silence. Dead silence. Then they all started laughing. "And what did you tell the Clan?" Bluestar purred. "That a fox threw me into a tree….."

The heat of embarrassment rising from my pelt should have been enough to set the forest on fire.

O_o

I have no idea what that was…..but this chapter required a bit of research. Yeah. Extremely OOC. But the story should get a bit more intense a few more chapters in, once they arrive at the Twolegplace…..I might update again later tonight.

REEEEVIEEEEWWWWS=Happy SilverIcy=no creepy cats (i.e. Rock) in your house at night.