Brightpaw's eyes snapped open. He was in a large moor, much like WindClan's moor. "Hello?" he called out.
"Welcome to StarClan Brightpaw." Brightpaw jumped.
He spun around and saw a light brown tabby with amber eyes. He could almost recognize the cat, but his name slipped his mind. "Uh, you're, I can't quite," Brightpaw said silently, then, he suddenly remembered, "You're Onestar!"
The cat nodded, "I've been watching you Brightpaw," the cat mewed.
"Really?" the apprentice asked in his quiet voice.
"Of course, I've been watching ever since your birth, guiding you," Onestar explained.
"Wait, so it's because of you I can't become a warrior?"
"No, not really, that was kind of your own," he struggled to find the right word, but finally settled on, "fault."
"What? How was it my fault?" Brightpaw screeched in a voice louder than usual startling the former leader.
"Well, you were born with a bad sense of balance in your hind legs, when you were born, you were on your way to StarClan, but, I intervened and sent you back, but, that caused your sense balance to be... altered."
"Then, why didn't you let me die?" Brightpaw asked with curiosity.
"Well, because, I didn't want you to," Onestar shifted uncomfortably on his paws.
"Why didn't you want me to? I was just a kit, you hardly knew me," Brightpaw knew he was stumping Onestar.
"Well, because I care about you, Brightpaw, you're my great-grandson," Brightpaw was taken aback.
"No, that can't be," Brightpaw said surprised. "You can't be."
"I am; where you think Dawnpaw got her brown coloring mixed with gray?"
"But, Oakstar, he's, his pelt, it's nothing like yours," Brightpaw said in denial.
"I never said I was related to your father, I'm related to your mother," Brightpaw was stunned, genuinely stunned, he had never thought he'd be related to Onestar.
"D-Does Swanfeather know?" Brightpaw asked.
"Well, yes, obviously, her father told her when she was just a few moons old. I remember watching your father chase after her, along with Foxseeker, Cedarear, and Silverstorm."
"Really, what was it like?" Brightpaw asked intrigued.
"Well, Foxseeker chased after her for a while, even after she had announced she had chosen Oakstar as her mate, Silverstorm eventually gave up, though, he did like Cloudheart." Brightpaw chuckled; he had never known his former mentor had liked Cloudheart. Maybe that was why he had no problem taking him to the medicine den. "As for Cedarear, he was, a bit older than her, I always found that funny. I remember during her warrior ceremony, her voice made practically every male warrior drool. It was quite funny watching that, even Rockstar couldn't help to listen to her young, soothing voice back then."
Brightpaw laughed. He imagined his father drooling over his mother. "Look Brightpaw, I didn't want you to be stuck as a medicine cat, but it was really the only other option, that's why I gave you good sense of smell, to help you find herbs," Brightpaw sighed.
"It doesn't really matter, I like being a medicine cat," he mewed happily.
"That's a relief, I think you'll make an excellent medicine cat, though, you might want to be careful," Onestar warned.
"Careful? About what?" the apprentice asked curiously.
"Oh, you'll see soon, it's almost time for you to wake up, also, I believe you might be a bit hungry, and your front paw's in a strange position," Onestar mewed in a matter-of-factly tone.
Brightpaw's eyes opened and he stood up, cringing as his paw was in a strange pain. "Argh," he muttered. He had rolled over and slept on his paw. He gingerly put his paw back onto the stone and winced at the slight pain that ran up his leg. Cloudheart began to stir along with Lilypaw.
"Brightpaw, you're awake, normally, I'm the first one to wake up," Cloudheart then noticed Brightpaw not putting weight on his front paw. "What's wrong with your paw?"
"What? Nothing, I fell asleep on it, now it kind of hurts."
"Oh, alright, we'll fix that once we get back to camp," Cloudheart said. The sun was just rising. The rest of the medicine cats slowly stirred and woke up. Lilypaw yawned. Brightpaw yawned as well. The eight cats prepared to leave the Moonpool.
"Is it time to head back now?" Brightpaw asked.
"Yes it is, you're an official medicine cat apprentice now," Cloudheart purred.
"As are you Lilypaw," Bluestream purred to her apprentice. Brightpaw padded across the WindClan moor with Cloudheart.
"How was your dream?"
"It was, interesting," Brightpaw responded thinking about his meeting with Onestar. "Say, Cloudheart," Brightpaw began to ask his mentor.
"Yes?" Cloudheart responded.
"Do you know who my great-grandfather is?"
Cloudheart was stunned momentarily. "Er, I don't think you want to know the answer to that question," Cloudheart responded turning her head away.
"Really? Why?" Brightpaw asked curious.
"No, Brightpaw, trust me, you'd rather not know," Cloudheart then padded ahead of her apprentice.
What's so bad about having Onestar as my great grandfather, I just wanted to know if it was true, Brightpaw thought.
They eventually made it back to camp where they entered the medicine den where Silverstorm was waiting. "Silverstorm, what are you doing in here?" Cloudheart asked. Brightpaw then suddenly remembered his chat with Onestar. He chuckled.
"I, er, sprained my paw on guard duty," he said gingerly holding up his paw. Cloudheart sighed and went to get herbs. Brightpaw chuckled as he left the den to check on the rest of the Clan.
DUN DUN DUN! Brightpaw is related to Onestar! Though, not all of his heritage has been uncovered. The rest of his heritage will melt your piece of gray matter.
Onestar: Should I have told Brightpaw he's related to...
Guide: ARGH! You're just as bad as he is! No spoilers!
Onestar: But, what's so bad about it?
Guide: It ruins the plot! I need to explain to you what spoilers are. *grabs frying pan*
Onestar: *gulp*
