Hey everyone! Happy Friday!

This is another chapter that's from another cat's point of view. Once again, it is inside a dream. Also, it is very short again, so another chapter will be added today.

To note about these chapters: I won't be doing other point of views in any particular pattern, just when I feel it is necessary to give more info on the background/characters/storyline. Also, they will not always be inside other cats' dreams.

Enjoy!

-Izrose

Chapter Nine - Stormblaze

"Who is she?!" Stormblaze yowled sharply to the beautiful, midnight-black she-cat in front of him. Immediately, though, he felt a pang of guilt. The she-cat was his mother, who had joined StarClan long ago, just before he had become an apprentice. He was left without any family, having no littermates and a father that died before he was born.

"That's no way to talk to your kin," Rainstep said, without a hint of hurt or anger in her sweet voice. It seemed like she was never in a bad mood.

"I'm sorry," Stormblaze said, ducking his head for a moment like a kit caught sneaking out of the nursery. "But why can't you tell me? I know that I know her from somewhere. She's not really Lightningpaw, is she?"

Rainstep smiled, nuzzling her son. "You will find out yourself, if only you can remember. You are closer to her than you know."

Stormblaze raked the ground with his claws in frustration. "But I want to know!" he hissed.

Rainstep only laughed, drawing away from him. "You have never been very patient. Not even as a kit."

Silence settled between them for several painful moments.

"I miss you. Why did you leave me alone?" Stormblaze's voice broke the silence.

She stepped towards him again, so they touched noses. "I miss you too. But I didn't leave you alone."

"Yes, you did. I lost you, and you were the only one there for me."

"No…" Rainstep faltered. The dream was beginning to fade away already. "You... aren't… alone…"

"Rainstep!" Stormblaze called out. But it was no use. She seemed to fade into the night sky above. His voice sounded like he was a kit again when he mewed quietly, "Mommy."

Then the dream fell apart completely and he woke up in a cold nest with the scent of his mother's fur on his tongue.