Van: CHAPTER 10!

Kai: DOUBLE DIGITS!

Van: We continue our two dream chapters. Leaf, Star, and Rain are done...

Kai: So that leaves Blossom, Honey, Storm, and Milk in that order.

Van: I'm a bit restless to get started, so yeah, let's go!

Blossomkit was racing through the trees yet again toward the cats that couldn't hear her. Her paws pounded against the forest floor and she flinched at its hard, unfriendly surface that was so different from the marshes that she lived on and loved. "I'm here!" she called "over here!" The cats' hears didn't even twitch. The wind whistled through her ears and breath huffed through her lips, her tail streaming behind. "HERE! I'M HERE!"

Blossomkit hardly breathed as the brown she-cat slowly stopped, glancing back towards Blossomkit. She opened her mouth, scenting the air, and glancing at Blossomkit, but not seeing her. She mewed something quietly to the others, and they all turned. Blossomkit called, "I'm here! Wait for me!" Her heart was pounding as she stared at the cats, stars sparkling in their fur and eyes, yet so distinctly...alive. Blossomkit glanced at her paws, aching with tiredness, yet sparkling with strength and stars.

"Blossomkit!" called the orange, brown, and red she-cat. The black tom with a white star upon his forehead pressed himself against her, echoing the call.

"Are you sure you didn't imagine it?" muttered the grey tom, pressing up again the brown. Blossomkit called out again, desperately.

"Wait!" mewed the white cat on the other side of the brown. "I think I heard..." she tilted her head quizzically and there was a short silence.

"I don't hear anything," the grey commented, his tail swishing restlessly.

The ginger queen stood behind them all, sagging under the weight of her belly. "Maybe we should wait a minute. After all, she's just a kit."

"Blossomkit can take care of herself," muttered the orange, red, and brown. That's right! thought Blossomkit, putting on a burst of speed. I can take care of myself!

The brown opened her mouth once more as if going to speak, but it hung there. The ginger's paw was slightly lifted, hanging in the air. The black's eyes were half closed. Blossomkit burst into the clearing and skidded to a stop, staring at them. They seemed...frozen.

"Leopardpaw was right, you know," a voice said. Blossomkit spun around to see a black and brown tom that looked like her mother, Hawktail.

"Right about what?" Blossomkit asked, eyes narowed at the cat that so reminded her of her mother. "Who are you?"

"I am your mother's brother, Falconclaw," the cat answered with a slight dip of his head. Then his gaze returned to the frozen cats beside them. "Leopardpaw told you that they would be important to you."

"He was right?" asked Blossomkit, staring at her uncle.

Falconclaw answered, "he is an adept apprentice. I have spoken for him to StarClan before."

"Oh?" asked Blossomkit quietly. "Is StarClan very different from the Clans?"

Falconclaw nodded. "We are many and all equal, striving for the same goal - to help our kin below."

"How do you help?" Blosssomkit felt that all too familiar curiosity creeping up on her.

Falconclaw fixed her in a penetrating stare. "We send cats to guide them." He flicked his tail at the frozen cats around them. "These are chosen cats." He flicked his tail at the white. "Milk." The grey. "Storm." The brown. "Rain." The ginger. "Honey." The red, orange, and brown. "Leaf." The black bearing the white star. Falconclaw flinched as he said the name, "Star."

Blossomkit blinked several times, trying to remember this information that she was sure wouldn't be repeated. "Why are they so important to me? Because they will help guide the Clans?"

Falconclaw nodded slowly. "In part, yes. In another, because you are one of them."

Blossomkit blinked a few times, blankly, before she was able to process this information. "M-me?" she stuttered, backing away from Falconclaw. "A chosen cat? But I'm only a kit."

"You are young," admitted Falconclaw "but your spirit is strong, and StarClan believes in you enough to give you powers and give you these others to help and guide you, as you will them." He paused. "You need each other."

"Where are they from?" Blossomkit asked, scenting them. "Not CloudClan."

"No," agreed Falconclaw. "They are from the other Clans."

"How shall I find them?" Blossomkit asked, staring at their faces that were clear and kind and familiar as Sandkit's was to her.

"You shall find one beside the river for the first time, in your time of great need," answered Falconclaw. Blossomkit's claws feebly worked the hard, forest ground. What was that supposed to mean?

"You said...I have powers," Blossomkit ventured. "What are they?" she flinched, guility that she had already guessed.

"Your senses," answered Flaconclaw bluntly "are heightened. You can see, smell, and hear further than any other living cat."

"'Living' cat," repeated Blossomkit. "Was there another cat with my power, before?"

Falconclaw hesitated, and then nodded. "Yes, in the ancient ThunderClan. Her name was Doveheart."

And, with that, Blossomkit was swirling in blackness, the frozen cats and Falconclaw disappearing into quiet, meager, meaningless dreams.

Honeyheart blinked as the old MoonClan leader, Mossstar, padded up to her. "Hello, Honeyheart," Mossstar greeted her, stars sparkling in her pelt.

"Hello," Honeyeheart said nervously, glancing around at the blackness surrounding them that somehow supported their paws. "Why are you...here, Mossstar?" she shuffled her paws. "Does StarClan have a message?"

Mossstar nodded. "I have come to warn you of the peril that shall soon bestow upon your Clan, and the others as well."

Honeyheart's heart nearly stopped. She thought of the activity along the LightningClan border. "Why tell me? Why not a medicine cat or leader, or... why me?"

"Because you will play an important role," answered Mossstar smoothly. "This was decreed by StarClan at the hour of your birth - that you would become important, be granted a power, if trouble ever erose, which, of course," Mossstar sighed. "It always seems to."

"Powers?" Honeyheart was trembling.

"While the powers of the other six are direct, yours, in a way, is indirectly. Yours lies in your kits," Mossstar nodded to Honeyheart's swollen belly. "All mothers have the power to withstand their children, and overpower them. Yours is, in a way, an extreeme of this. Your kits will be born in the time when all is lost, and shall control the Elements. You can withstand them. It is your job to control them and keep them from killing each other, and the hope for the Clans along with it."

"Time when all is lost?" Honeyheart echoed. "Killing each other?"

Mossstar nodded, and her eyes shone with sympathy. "All mothers must keep their families together, must be the peacemaker. Yours is, as I said, an extreeme form of that. Fail, and the Clans and your kits shall die with it. There are," she continued "other cats to help you - six. They are Leaf, Storm, Blossom, Rain, and" she flinched. "Star. They shall help you, and take the burden off your back when they can."

"How shall I find them?" whispered Honeyheart, wishing it was a dream but knowing better.

"When you have great need, you shall," answered Mossstar, and she was gone.

Then, slowly, in a way that struck Honeyheart as mourning, the pictues appeared. The red tom bathed in flames, the ice-white she-cat with frost around her, the grey she-cat, her fur flattened by wind, the brown tom with the earth swirling all around, and the blue-grey tom standing in the river, the water swirling up around him.

And Honeyheart in the back, looking on hoplelessly.

Stormtalon was running around in the star-filled trees, his mind swirling with confusion. MightyClan, along with him, had sworn off StarClan! Why, then, was he in their territoy? He wished that a cat would appear so that he could question them, but the forest remained empty.

"Come out!" he growled, partly angrily, but mostly just frusteratedly. "Come out! You brought me here!"

A golden she-cat melted from the shadows. She turned to Stormtalon and blinked those beautiful eyes at him. "Stormtalon."

"Goldenwing?" asked Stormtalon, remembering Kestrelstar's mate, who had died when he was just a kit. "What are you - I mean, what am I doing here? MightyClan swore off StarClan!"

Goldenwing's beautiful eyes narrowed. "You cannot swear off StarClan," she told him. "You are one of our champions."

"Champion?" blinked Stormtalon, confused.

"Our Chosen Cats," explained Goldenwing. "We have given each of these cats our hopes, dreams, and trust, as well as.." she treated the next word delicately. "Powers."

"Powers?" asked Stormtalon. "You bestowed me...powers?"

Goldenwing nodded slowly. "You haven't had a chance to use them," she cautioned. "they are quite useful - perhaps the most useful, but, like the others, they must be used with caution. You, Stormtalon, will always know the right path to take."

"What if I don't want them?" asked Stormtalon bravely. "MightyClan has sworn off StarClan, me as well. I don't want anything to do with this."

Goldenwing's eyes narrowed. "They can be removed," she said "as can your life. You would not join StarClan, Stormtalon, I warn you. There are far worse places."

Stormtalon lifted his head. "I am loyal to MightyClan."

Goldenwing growled loudly. "MightyClan is for the stupid, the doomed, and the self-hearty. You, Stormtalon, are none of these. You want only what is best for your Clan."

Stormtalon nodded, though distrustfully. "Of course."

"Look at your Clan!" cried Goldenwing "You are all crumbling into savages! You eat other cats, you kill each other for hardly any reason, and you relish the idea of killing others!"

"For the good of all," said Stormtalon quickly.

"So that your cause can succeed?" sneered Goldenwing. "This is not the TreeClan I knew."

"We are greater now," Stormtalon puffed out his chest.

Goldenwing spat with distaste. "Greater? You are savages. Stormtalon, you are smart. You are a chosen cat of StarClan! Do not be a fool. You know the right path to take - always, even when it is not something tangible. You know what you must do. You must leave MightyClan before it destroys your soul more than it already has!"

Stormtalon flinched at the harsh words. "MightyClan is for the best," he insisted. "I look around, and I see the cats that I can trust. The powerful ones."

Goldenwing looked at him a long moment, and then all the fight drained out of her with a sigh. She stared at him mournfully. "Then perhaps it is too late for you." Stormtalon blinked, unsure of what to say. "Just..be sure it's what you want," Goldenwing said slowly, studying him.

"I am sure," Stormtalon insisted, but he was unable to meet her gaze.

"No, you're not," declared Goldenwing. And then, there was a breeze, and the picture faded away.

Milkbird purred in pleasure as her father, Blackear, appeared in a shining glade, his black fur dotted with stars. "Blackear!" she called, leaping onto his back as she alwasy did. He growled playfully and shook her off, springing onto her and pawing her white belly. Purring, Milkbird pawed at his face. They play-fought a minute longer before sitting up.

"Who are things?" Milkbird asked, as she always did.

"StarClan doesn't change," he reminded her, purring loudly.

"How is Tawnysky?" Milkbird asked, thinking of the mother that had raised her, claiming to be her mother and Blackear's mate to cover his horrible mistake that was Milkbird and... Rainsong, her sister. Milkbird had been distraught when Blackear and Tawnysky had died - soon after each other, near the end of her apprenticeship.

"Lovely as ever," answered Blackear, purring still.

"What about... Petaldrop?" Milkbird repressed a shudder as she uttered her real mother's name.

Blackear, too, looked uneasy, his purr rumbling to a stop. He blinked several times before answering, "She watches you and Rainsong with love and happiness each day."

"Do you see her?" demanded Milkbird.

Blackear hesitated. "StarClan is different from the Clans. We can love each other here." When Milkbird didn't respond, he told her gently, "She loves you very much, you know."

Milkbird worked the starry dirt with her claws. "Then why doesn't she come and see me as you do?"

"Your mother can be very shy," answered Blackear. "Watching and speaking to you are very different. I think she is afraid you may be angry with her." He paused, waiting for a response that never came. "Tawnysky doesn't visit you either," pointed out Blackear quietly.

"But I know she loves me!" Milkbird protested. "I can still smell her at night, and feel her pelt when I need comfort. I never even saw Petaldrop."

Blackear inclined his head. "Rainsong feels much the same way."

Milkbird actually took a step back. "She knows?"

Blackear nodded. "Petaldrop went against the will of StarClan to tell her this very night."

Milkbird blinked slowly, trying to sort out her feelings about this latest bit of information. "Is that why you came to see me?"

"No," Blackear was shaking his head, his tail swished about anxiously. "I have come to...give you a gift."

"Gift?" Milkbird said blankly, thinking of the time he had brought her a beetle to play with - when she was still in the nursery.

"Yes. From StarClan."

"StarClan?" Milkbird blinked slowly. "But...MightyClan swore off StarClan."

"You're speaking to me," Blackear pointed out. Milkbird flinched. "Besides, I don't truely believe you enjoy MightyClan, and neither does the rest of StarClan."

"But...I'm loyal," whispered Milkbird.

Blackear shook his head. "You are loyal to the warrior code, not MightyClan."

Milkbird tilted her head, tail swinging as she tried to find a difference between the two. "But why is StarClan giving me a gift?"

"We always do to those strong enough to control them in times of need," Blackear answered. "You have been chosen, Milkbird. It is a great honor."

Milkbird's eyes narrowed. "Why me?"

"You are strong," Blackear answered. "Your skills will be needed, along with the others."

"Others?"

"Yes. Leaf, Blossom, Honey, Storm -"

"Storm?" Milkbird asked blankly. "As in Stormtalon?"

"Yes, Milkbird. The others are," Blackear shuddered, "Star and" he locked her eyes. "Your sister, Rain."

"But..." Milkbird was shaking her head. "Why give so many cats powers. What is the need?"

"MightyClan is the need."

"But...what is my power?"

Blackear hesitated. "Yours is the dual of your sister's. She is the leader all cats want to follow. You are the warrior that can make cats do as you please. I do warn, you though, Milkbird, yours is a terrible power that I encourage you to use only in your times of great need."

" 'Make cats do as I please'? What does that mean?" Milkbird was trembling, though she didn't know why.

"You can read and control cats' minds," Blackear said in a way that struck Milkbird as gently.

"What?" Milkbird's heart was racing and her mind spinning. She couldn't process this information.

"The others will help you," Blackear consoled her. "Your skills will soon be needed desperately." Milkbird noticed that her father was fading, as he always did when he left her.

"But when?" she asked desperately.

"It will all begin at dawn," Blackear's voice whispered, and then he was gone.

All the chosen cats woke with a start at the same moment. All felt the ache of their minds, and a sudden, twinging tug at their chests, where their hearts and souls were. All felt the need for fresh air. All padded out from their dens, whether it was a warm warriors den or a cold, hard one, or a warm nursery, a cold, hard apprentice den, or an empty medicine clearing.

They all felt different now that they knew they were chosen. Each thought of the others, rolling the names in their heads.

Rain.

Blossom.

Leaf.

Storm.

Honey.

Milk.

Star.

Each felt a strange connection to the others - the way all do when matters like this happen, and stratagy strikes.

Van: DUN DUN DUN!

Kai: La da de Can't you see? I hate Marcus So dearly!

Van: That totally just ruined my 'dun dun dun'... Anyway, we're curious as to see something. Who is your favorite of the seven personality-wise? What about power-wise? Or maybe plot-wise so far? Or even name-wise?

Kai: So dearly I hate Marcus! Can't you see? La da de

Van: Kai, remember, we are going to share our favorites now.

Kai: So me fa! Do le la! Sue too do! Of course I do!

Van: Okay... My favorite personality-wise is...either Honeyheart or Milkbird.

Kai: Blossomkit for me!

Van: Power-wise would definetly be Starpaw. I mean he is StarClan...wait, is that going to be his warrior name then...? O_o Kai normally does names.

Kai: I like the idea, but don't take my job. For my power-wise, it would have to be Honeyheart. It's so tragic *sigh*

Van: Plot-wise...Since Kai and I kind of know what is going to happen, ours are probably going to be different answers. Mine would have to be Leafpaw and Starpaw, which is fair because I know why they are going to be linked.

Kai: Easy! Honeyheart and her kits!

Van: Yeah, we know, you like Honeyheart... Name-wise! Easily, Rainsong!

Kai: Are you KIDDING ME? That is definetly Stormtalon.

Van: Oh, spoiler time!

Kai: *ahem* Stormtalon is a bit harsh a name, describing the worst of storm, rains, tsunamis, ect. Rainsong is the gentler version. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right, right? Does this connect them? MWA HA HA HA!

Van: Lightning, yet again...

Kai: I have people.

Van: And, with that, we must say goodbye.

Kai: GOODBYE!

Van: Next chapter's the "talk" between MightyClan and SunClan. Review so we'll update quicker.