Chapter 9 is here!
Flightwing was dreaming. She was standing in the middle of a bramble circle of some sort. Yowls filled the air as cats were battling around her. "It looks like two clans fighting," she thought. Flightwing noticed a gray she-cat near a fir tree at the opposite end of the bramble circle. The same gray she-cat from her visions. She was watching the battle and her eyes seemed to settle on Flightwing and whispered, "Skyclan."
Flightwing woke with a start. She was back in Treeclan camp. The camp was silent except for crickets chirping and owls hooting. Streampelt left his post from the camp entrance and padded over to her. "What's wrong?"
"Just had a bad dream," she said.
Streampelt asked, "Want to tell someone about it?"
Flightwing shook his head, "Go back to your post. I'll be fine."
Streampelt shrugged and went back to the camp entrance. Flightwing looked up at the shining stars of Silverpelt, "Darkpaw," she whispered, "Help me. What should I do?"
"Follow your heart." The air in front of her shimmered then took on the form of a familiar cat.
"Darkpaw!" cried Flightwing, she shot a glance at Streampelt, but he didn't hear her.
"Hello Flightwing. Looks like your wings have finally been released."
"Yes. Now I can go home but…"
"You want to help this clan."
"Yes."
"Do what you think is right," Darkpaw looked up into the sky, where faint traces of yellow orange were appearing. "The night is almost through." Darkpaw started walking away.
"Wait!" Flightwing ran over to him.
"You cannot follow me," whispered Darkpaw. He smiled before disappearing.
"Darkpaw," whispered Flightwing, "Did you know, you were going to die?" Flightwing watched as the clan began waking up around her. "Does anyone here know that they are going to die?"
That afternoon Auraclaw, Pebblepaw and Flightwing were walking through the forest. Actually they were a hunting patrol.
"You're really quiet," commented Auraclaw, "Something wrong?"
"Nothing really," said Flightwing. She paused. She could hear something awful on the wind. And it was getting closer and closer.
"This old cat! He said one! He said knick-kack on my tail! With a knick-kack patty wack! Give Kiwi a bone! This old cat is going home!"
"It's that awful sound from before!" cried Flightwing.
"What do you mean from before?" asked Pebblepaw.
Flightwing hurried towards the sound, with the two Treeclan cats in tow. The sound was coming from a small clearing. In the clearing was a yellow tom cat with a purple spot in the middle of his forehead. Next to him was a small lilac colored dog. The cat stopped singing and watched the warriors and apprentice. "Hello. My name is Odd and this dog is Kiwi."
"Uh hi," said Flightwing.
"This way," Odd started walking to a huge ditch. Kiwi went behind Flightwing and nudged her along. Auraclaw and Pebblepaw followed close behind her.
Odd flicked his tail at the ditch. Flightwing peeked into it and gasped. Lying at the bottom of the ditch unconscious was the gray she-cat from her dreams.
Cinderpaw
Cinderpaw watched Twilight play with a mouse he had taken off the fresh-kill pile. Cinderpaw padded over to him, "Is something wrong? You have been distracted lately."
"I can't stop thinking about Crystal! What's wrong with me! I'm a cat!"
Cinderpaw sighed. She knew it was time to tell him the truth. "Come with me." Twilight got up and followed Cinderpaw into Mysticstorm's den. In the far back was a pool of water. "Look into the water," she instructed.
Twilight looked into the water, "So?"
Cinderpaw stepped closer until her reflection was in the water as well, "Look at us. Look at how different we are."
Twilight's eyes darted back and forth between him and Cinderpaw. "What…"
"You are a fox," whispered Cinderpaw, "A fox. Moons ago, I found you near your mother dead. Sunpelt's kits were coming and one of them died. Sunpelt became depressed and Mysticstorm was afraid that Sunpelt wouldn't want the rest of her kits so I found you and…"
"I'm not a cat," whispered Twilight, "I'm a fox… the enemy of the cats."
"You aren't our enemy."
"I am!" Twilight turned to Cinderpaw, distress in his eyes. He bolted out of the den and ran out of camp ignoring Cinderpaw's calls to him.