Hey guys! This chapter was kinda rushed so my apologies for any mistakes. This chapter is sorta weird, but very important for the plot. Pay attention ;) Anyways, only 2 reviews? D: Well, new rule: next time I update is going to be when I get 5 reviews. Thus, please R&R! For now, Ara over and out!

After a moment, Moonpaw opened her eyes. She was in the same place she had passed out. The river gurgled nosily beside her and the pebbles along the riverbank glistened in the warm sun. A cool breeze blew along lazily and the few clouds in the sky were fluffy and tinged gray.

Everything seemed normal, except for one thing. Moonpaw's pain was gone. There was no dull ache, not even a nagging sensation of burning. She felt next to perfect.

That made no sense. Just a few moments ago, she had barely the strength to breath. Everywhere had hurt. She couldn't even lift her head.

How could Moonpaw feel fine now? It made no sense. She should be dead, watching over the cats she loved in StarClan and enjoying the everlasting prey. So why was she in the same place she had supposedly died, completely fine?

Rising to her paws steadily, Moonpaw coughed once, seeing if she would cough up water or blood or whatever else would happen. But she was fine. She tested each paw. They were fine. She tested her legs, ears, mouth, and everything else.

"Hello!" Moonpaw meowed, testing her voice. There was no hint of a rasp. Her voice was fine.

Stretching for no particular reason, Moonpaw looked around. A pawful of cats were scattered around, some looking at a gray mess of fur on the ground and others watching anxiously as a cat tended to a heap of blue-gray fur.

Wait. Something wasn't right. How come no cat noticed Moonpaw's miraculous recovery? She padded closer to the pale gray blood-stained cat who she noticed had black tabby stripes. The blue eyes were opened slightly by Jayfeather who was peering into them with a worried expression. A look of horror washed upon Moonpaw as she looked into the eyes, recognizing the ring of green around the small pupils.

Realization hit Moonpaw. This cat was herself. This was her body.

Dropping to the ground, Moonpaw gingerly reached out a paw to stroke the the fur of her body. Her paw went right through, dissolving and then reappearing when she removed her paw.

Moonpaw's eyes widened. She was a ghost now. Why hadn't she been brought to StarClan? Had she done something wrong? Was she destined to watch the Clan's as a ghost?

Maybe someone would notice her if she did something crazy. After sucking in a deep breath, Moonpaw let out the loudest yowl possible. No heads even turned. They just stayed focused on Moonpaw and the other cat.

The other cat. Stormpaw.

Wasting no time, Moonpaw leaped up and ran over the where the blue-gray tom lay. He looked better, alive, but not in very good condition. He lay on his side, racking in breaths and coughing up water every few minutes.

Stormpaw kept muttering something inaudible. It sounded like 'Mournhpawsh'. However many times Leafpool, who was tending to him, told him to stop saying that and struggling, he never stopped. He tried to get to his paws, staring straight at her with a desperate look on his face.

"Moonpaw!" This time the call was clear. He was calling for Moonpaw. Could he see her?

She raced forward, collapsing beside him. He seemed fine, but his eyes were different. Usually they were clear and full of emotion, staring back into the eyes he faced. Now, they were clouded and unfocused, darting around until they finally came to rest upon herself. He seemed to calm slightly, but Stormpaw didn't give up his struggles.

"Something's wrong with her!" Stormpaw screeched, thrashing violently. He could definitely see her. Why could only Stormpaw see Moonpaw? And why wasn't she dead?

"Weird, isn't it?"

Leaping to her paws and whirling around, Moonpaw let out a squeal. Behind her was a beatifully stunning cat. She was pale gray with golden flecks in her fur, and you could see how soft it was. Her face showed no emotion, and her facial features seemed formed perfectly. She had a golden marking between her eyes, as if it were a target. Darker gray stripes were scattered against her long, silky pelt. But the most captivating thing were the eyes. They were a bright blue with golden flecks, and a green ring around the pupil. It was amazing to think a cat with such beauty and elegance could even exists.

The she-cat rose to her paws and strode over to Moonpaw, her bushy tail waving behind her. Under her thick pelt, you could see rippling muscles that flexed as she moved. It was amazingly weird to think a cat such a mixture of strength and beauty could exists.

Moonpaw found herself frozen. Maybe she was scared. Maybe she was amazed. She didn't know, but she was.

Those eyes similar to Moonpaw's examined her, maybe sizing her up. Was this cat planning to fight? If she was, she didn't show it, every muscle was relaxed, and her face gave away nothing.

"Name's Eclipsesoul." The she-cat meowed simply. Her voice sounded silky and Moonpaw knew that this cat could persuade someone in a few moments with just her voice.

An amused look took over Eclipsesoul's face. She seemed to sense Moonpaw's awe and confusion, and she responded with a purr that was warmer than the brightest day of green-leaf.

"Ay, ya mouse-brain, get your wits together. We need to talk," Eclipsesoul had a witty and sarcastic tone to her meow. "And don't bother introducing yerself. I know your name, Moonpaw."

Eclipsesoul trotted off, leaving Moonpaw gawking in awe. She noticed for the first time that Stormpaw's screams had stopped, and she realized he was either asleep or knocked out.

Moonpaw didn't know what to do. Should she follow this strange cat who called herself Eclipsesoul? Maybe she would have answers. Answers to more than just why Moonpaw was a 'ghost'. Maybe she would have the answers Sunstrike had.

Well, she had nothing to lose. She was probably already dead, so Eclipsesoul couldn't really harm her. She might as well see what this strange cat had to offer.

Left with nothing else to do, Moonpaw trotted after the she-cat at a steady pace, a prickle of unease trickling through her.