Hello, yes, I know, I changed my name. Mormeril is Sindarin (the elvish used in Middle Earth, Mirkwood exempt, they had a different dialect) for black rose, 'mor' meaning black, and 'meril' meaning rose.

Hollyleaf: Glob.

Mormeril: *flinches as if stung* Don't say that! First off, it's the Black Speech of Mordor, secondly, calling people fools is rude.

Hollyleaf: But Blackstar deserved it, just look at him!

Mormeril: *looks at Blackstar*

Blackstar: *is singing 'Baby' by Justin Bieber in a weird, high voice*

Mormeril:...

Spottedleaf: On with the story!

Chapter 9

Young and Stupid

Hopeflower slipped through the bracken and made her way through the pine trees. It was not yet dawn. She hadn't gone to meet Sunshade that night, as there'd been a gathering. They'd been meeting in secret for a moon now. She had left camp that morning to think and spend some time alone.

The cat on her mind: Sunsahde. He was the reason she needed to think things over. His behaviour recently was, well, odd. As if around her he was afraid of getting stung. Also, she'd had a dream from StarClan. Her mother had told her to think carefully over the past month as a threat had made itself known, a cat who seemed light but was dark.

The only knew cat she'd met was Sunshade. Did he somehow know about the prophecy? Was she making a mistake in allowing her feelings for a tom in another clan to distract her?

And did she even really need the answer to that question? Of course letting a tom from RiverClan distract her was a mistake! He was in another clan! What was she thinking? And his weird behaviour, the fact that she was in a prophecy, the way he'd made her feel special when he barely knew her! Not to mention that her mother's warning matched him perfectly: Light but dark, sun and shade.

She'd let him become her weakness. If she were weak to him, he could manipulate her, even kill her when she least suspected it. She hissed at herself; she should have known better! If things went badly now, it was her own fault. She raced down to the shore of the lake.

"How could I have been so stupid?" she murmured to herself as she gazed at her reflection. "I've made such a mistake." Her eyes stared back at her from her reflection in the water.

A bright blue-green, pretty, surrounded by a golden, silver, and white tabby. Her white paws and chest stood out clearly against the mixture of silver and gold tabby markings. She was slender, too, and certainly attractive with a fine, long tail. Her pelt wasn't sleek, but not very fluffy and long, either. It was somewhere in-between.

At some point in time, she had grown up and hadn't even noticed. And she had grown into a fine young warrior she-cat. No wonder several of the single toms had been looking at her recently. She flicked her tail. She didn't need nor desire their attention. She had a prophecy to focus on, and she'd had enough distractions already from Sunshade.

Sunshade. His lying and trickery had hurt her enough. She was never going to sneak away to meet him again. And she didn't plan on telling him, either. He'd lied to her, he was on the side of the Dark Forest. He meant to kill her. He deserved no better than what she planned to give him.

Rosepaw sighed as she looked up from grooming her black paw. She was becoming a warrior that night. She was tired. She'd been having strange dreams of things that seemed familiar. Warriors she'd never met, a camp she'd never known, a territory she'd never patrolled. And yet she knew all of it.

And for some reason or other, she always saw it through Shadowstar's eyes. Maybe because the elders of not only her own clan, but other clans at gatherings, made comments on how much she looked like the way Shadow was described inthe stories. It was probably her mind playing tricks on her subconsciously due to comparissons made by others. Nothing more.

Sky's reincarnation blinked as he saw what at first appeared to be mist flash past him. Even though it looked like mist, he knew it wasn't. Mist didn't move that fast.

And as the mist stopped right in front of him, his suspisions were confirmed. For mist also didn't have faint golden tabby markings and strinking green eyes. The most striking green eyes he'd ever seen, for that matter. Mist didn't make his heart race without explanation or take his breath away.

Hawkheart gaped at the mist golden she-cat. "I know you, the she-cat meowed quietly in a sweet, beautiful voice. "You are Sky, and one of the eight who are StarClan's chosen."

Hawkfire was stunned. She knew that? But how?And who was she? SHe had an unfair advantage over him because of that information.

"All right, you know who I am, but I don't know who you are. Tell me. You're on my territory, anyway," Hawkfire meowed.

She purred in amusement and began to circle him, her cold yet clearly living - or barely living - body brushing against his, their pelts touching, her tailtip flicking his face slightly. "Brave words for one who clings to a fragile life. You're lucky that it was a cat of my kind from MistClan to find you here, and not another lost soul."

"Lost soul? Is that what you are?" he asked.

"No, I'm not a lost soul. My mother was, though. I was born shortly after her death. I am slightly alive, although I cannot die," she replied, whispering the words in his ear. The ear twitched. She was making him uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" he asked her nervously. He'd never seen a cat like her. Despite the fact that she was putting him on edge, he felt strangely pulled towards her, almost like an attraction.

She moved to stand in front of him again, facing him. "Goldensong, daughter of Miststar, leader of MistClan, the clan of lost souls." One of her golden tabby mist-covered ears flicked slightly. "And mark my words, Hawkfire, son of Leafstar, leader of SkyClan: there are more terrifying enemies for you than DarkClan and the Dark Forest. Not all of the lost souls are part of MistClan, not all are patient enough to wait for the Shining Moon to free us. Those that are not serve the Dark Forest. They will do more than kill you: they will take your life force so that they can live again." She once again stepped towards tehm until their noses were touching. "So I'd suggest that you watch your back when you leave teh camp from now on," she breathed before vanishing into the dathering mist, leaving a stunned and frightened Hawkfire to run quickly back to the SkyClan camp.

I really enjoyed writing that last part with Goldensong and Hawkfire.