Berrynose was thinking about how similar his injury was to Briarlight as he was tangled in herbs when he heard a commotion. Untangling himself just enough to see Willowshine being taken away by some HawkClan Patrollers and the Head Gamemaker being lifted onto some cats, probably being taken away to a first-class hospital or something, he decided he was better off not seeing that.

Willowshine's fear and guilt on her face was horrible enough, but the Head Gamemaker… there was a large stick thingy stuck in his or her throat or chest, and there was a lot of bleeding. The clearing had become quiet as all cats stared at either where Willowshine left or where the Head Gamemaker had left. You could hear a mouse jump from halfway across the lake (Berrynose actually did hear a mouse hop, but it probably wasn't from across the lake).

"Carry on." Was a expressionless voice, and some of the cats reluctantly continued. Some just kept on staring, but soon went back to training. Berrynose got himself out of the herb net, and he stared at where Willowshine was being taken. Suddenly a mischievous idea came to him. A really foolish one, but Berrynose knew he had to do it.

Dragging himself to where Willowshine had disappeared, he tried once more to think up reason against his sudden idea, but he kept on going to follow Willowshine.

Wherever Willowshine was being taken, she had a feeling it wasn't somewhere good.

She felt herself being dragged roughly across the forest floor. Now that she thought about it, where was she? This couldn't be the District territories. Was this HawkClan territory? Maybe. This place was much to rich and lush to be one of the lower districts.

As Willowshine was being dragged to what probably was only doom, she thought about where the Hunger Games would take place. A forest? That meant ThunderClan had an advantage. A bare landscape? Then WindClan would have a better chance. Former WindClan anyways, Willowshine remembered. After a month or so of living in Districts, she still wasn't use to thinking district style. Her mind was so keen on keeping to the clans.

Before HawkClan, Willowshine would've probably reacted differently to being led to doom. How, she'd never know. But she was pretty sure letting someone take her to what probably was somewhere bad without struggle was definitely not it.

"Here." A blunt voice said as Willowshine was dropped into another clearing. Looking around, she realized she was alone. The cat that had carried her here had left. Realizing she probably had to wait for something; she plodded into the middle and took in the scenery.

The former RiverClan medicine cat apprentice was still in the forest, but the scent of twolegs and their monsters was scented nearby. It wasn't strong, but Willowshine had a feeling they were close to a twolegplace. Her nose didn't lie much.

Some ferns dotted the tall trees, and two or three pine trees stood among the other trees.. Pretty flowers dotted the forest, and some grew in the clearing. Suddenly, one of the ferns rustled and out stepped a pretty young gray silver cat with sparkly fur that glimmered in the sunlight.

No- that wasn't sunlight. There were stars on the pelt. For a moment Willowshine took some time to register who the cat was, and suddenly it popped into her mind.

"Bluestar!" The ThunderClan leader before Firestar nodded her head, as if in agreement.

"Hello young one." Bluestar said. Willowshine senses some urgency in her voice.

"Why aren't you helping us!?" Willowshine suddenly blurted out. She hadn't really thought about it, and hadn't even realized she's said it until she realized her mouth was open.

But it was a good point. Why wasn't StarClan helping them? Did they even care? They had helped them survive the Dark Forest battle…

Suddenly, Willowshine remembered Fire's words: "They lost on purpose so they could dominate you". Wait. That meant the Dark Forest were capable of destroying…

So StarClan really didn't have that much power. The thought made Willowshine's pelt prickle.

"I can see your thoughts. We're weak now, Willowshine. We were entering a leaf-fall, or a leaf-bare when the Dark Forest attacked. We only got weaker. Now all StarClan has is a little pit. Most of us have vanished. It took half, maybe more, of our strength to visit you."

Willowshine stood silently, absorbing the words. StarClan was only cats in a pit now!? But-but… how could they? StarClan was so grand, so beautiful last time she had visited… but there had been something missing.

Suddenly, Willowshine remembered. She had entered a beautiful StarClan, alright. But there were no StarClan cats. There had only been cats she didn't recognize. And there was this one cat… that looked a lot like Bramblestar. Who looked like Bramblestar? Come on, think Willowshine. Willowshine commanded herself.

"Tigerstar!" Willowshine blurted out. "But I thought he had died…"

"When a StarClan or Dark Forest cat dies, they have one last dream to interact with any living. Another chance. They can't speak, and it's only one cat. But they still can interact. Willowshine, Tigerstar was tricking you into believing StarClan was alright. That the Dark Forest had really been defeated. The truth is, the leaf-bare had only gotten colder and harsher. We knew something was wrong. We couldn't visit any dreams, because all our dream spots, those are places where we touch to visit a living cat's dreams, were completely frozen or destroyed.

"Then one day, a cat came and told us he could make this leaf-bare disappear. For a price. We were foolish, and we accepted the deal. So leaf-bare vanished. We sill couldn't visit any dreams, but we were too happy to think about the clans. The happiness was only a short while before the cat said 'now for my side of the deal' and there was a big flash and then the pit appeared and well, here we are." Bluestar looked close to sobbing now. Then she quickly looked up, as though she had been reminded of something.

"Oh no! I nearly forgot about my limited time. Willowshine, listen carefully, because I won't have the energy to repeat myself." Bluestar looked at Willowshine, eye-level. Willowshine felt herself tense, and the clearing seemed to have become colder. She swore a whoosh followed what Bluestar said.

The white bird is caught in the brambles

The brambles refuse to respond

And the white bird will turn into red

A/N: Yay! Something exciting! I think the prophecy might be a little obvious about what it's referring to, but I couldn't think of anything else.

Hopefully, you enjoyed and please review!