Feathertail's POV
Feathertail stumbled into the RiverClan camp, sadly.
"Hi Feathertail!" Petalfur exclaimed, as she bounded towards her. "Want to go hunting?"
Feathertail ignored her and padded into the warriors den.
She flopped down on a pile of moss and whimpered.
Crowfeather didn't want to join RiverClan to be with her.
He probably doesn't even love me… she thought. He just lied…
She closed her eyes and in a heartbeat she opened to be in a forest.
She was in WindClan territory.
I must be dreaming. Feathertail thought.
She sniffed the air and smelled dog.
Then she suddenly heard whimpering and mewing somewhere.
She followed the noises, to find Crowfeather, Whitetail, Tornear, and Nightcloud.
They were all huddled around something.
Feathertail bounded over to see them staring down at a bleeding cat.
It was Breezepelt! Crowfeather's son.
"Breezepelt…" Crowfeather whispered.
"Crowfeather…I'm sorry," Whitetail mewed, sadly.
Feathertail felt something touch her shoulder and spun around to see Stonefur.
"Stonefur!"
Feathertail looked at the cats behind her and realized they didn't move or look.
She guessed they couldn't hear or see her and Stonefur.
She turned back to Stonefur. "What happened here? Is Breezepelt okay?"
"Yes, it is not his time to join StarClan. He has many moons to live," Stonefur replied.
Feathertail sighed, relived.
Everthing's going to be okay! But not with me… she thought.
"Do you want to know why I came to you?" Stonefur asked.
Feathertail nodded.
"I know you've had some trouble with Crowfeather and I've come to ask you something. Do you wish to join StarClan again?"
To be continued…