Chapter 11

Breezeheart was in the very dark forest again, were he used to train with Blacktooth. He walked through the forest and finally saw the big black tom looking at him.

"Greetings Breezeheart. I saw you became a warrior", he said, as he jumped from a tree. The black tom looked different, maybe younger, but different.

"There's something I have to tell you", said the black tom, as he looked at his former apprentice.

"You can tell me anything", said Breezeheart, feeling confused. If his mentor was a StarClan warrior, which problem would he have?

"I'm becoming younger", he started saying. "When dead cats become younger, they fade from their residence and are never seen again. Breezeheart, I will never see you again. Yesterday I was an elder and today I'm a warrior. Tomorrow I'll be an apprentice, and when you try to remember me, I'll be gone", said Blacktooth.

Breezeheart felt a strange feeling. He wasn't sad; actually, it felt as if he was lying. But Breezeheart didn't seem to care and just went back to sleep, not even saying goodbye to his former mentor.