Mosspath: Sorry it took me so long to update, though I think this one of my longer ones. Sorry again. My excuse this time is that was, er, Rainstorm was clogging up my email with all her reviews and review replies to random stories! No-offence you poor sad hunger games fanatics.

Rainstorm: uh! That is not fair just because you can't be bothered to read this great story (brandishes the hunger games) then you have no right to criticise me!

Mosspath: Rainstorm, your as cat, and any way, I know it a sad book, ok, not necessarily a bad book, 'cos you keep moaning at me in the morning when you get to page 280. Anyways back to the story…

Chapter 11

A message

Mosspaw mewed a good bye to her friends as they padded, exhausted, into the tangle of gorse and brambles that was the apprentice den. She dragged her tired paws into the medicine cat den, where Flowerpool was already sorting out the herbs that they had collected. Flowerpool meowed a greeting and Mosspaw murmured one back. She dumped herself into a new moss bed in the back of the hollow cave, watched the sun gradually sink into the red sky and yawned. She had never been in this type of moss before, but it was soft nevertheless, and it wasn't that different to the type that they had in SnowClan. It had been a long day. She'd been made a member of WindClan then an apprentice of it, learnt about herbs and dealt with her first, 'casualty'. But all that mattered was that she had felt that she had gained her mentors respect, and had settled into her new clan.

Mosspaw looked up at the hole in the top of the cave, and noticed that the first stars were slowly appearing in the ever darkening sky. 'I may be far, far home', Mosspaw thought, 'but starclan, SnowClan's StarClan are still watching me. I hope'. But she knew they were. Then another thought struck her thought struck her, was SnowClan's StarClan sill her StarClan. But one thing she did know, was that the glittering stars gave her the same warmth that the stars that watched over SnowClan, when she was a little kit. Her eyes blurred slightly, and the stars seemed to get larger and brighter. So Mosspaw blinked, but when she tried to open them again, she found her eyelids heavy and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open them. So, she stopped, and found herself slowly drifting asleep…

Mosspaw snapped her eyes open at the sound of faint voices and quiet purring. She was in a lush forest, full of the scent of prey and grass, the trees were laden with leaves, and all the flowers were blooming. This was an odd sight to Mosspaw, as she had never seen a proper forest before, let alone one like the one she was sitting in.

All her around her were shining cats with stars in their pelts. They seemed to be sitting in two groups. She smiled in happiness as she recognized the SnowClan cats, they were still watching her. Suddenly, she stifled a gasp as she saw that the other sort of group was of unknown cats staring at hers, and there were a lot of them. A skinny brown she-cat stepped forward and began to speak.

"I am Windstar, founder of windclan. This is the 4 clans StarClans hunting grounds. You will still have contact with SnowClan StarClan, but this will be where you will mostly talk to your ancestors. As Runningstar said, you are now a member of WindClan and have a safe firm home here. But in return, like all Clan cats, you must defend and protect your Clan with your life. Of course, your destiny is different to your friends, and your challenges will be different too, but still, you must try your hardest anyway."

Mosspaw, awestruck nodded.

"Yes, I will. I will try my hardest to protect thi- er my clan!" she replied.

As she spoke there was a glimmer of doubt in the leader's eyes, but that disappeared as the apprentice corrected herself. in response, Windstar nodded in acknowledgment and her eyes shone with pride and happiness.

She stepped back into the crowd of cats

"Thank you!" Mosspaw quickly put in, forgetting her fear and remembering her politeness.

Another StarClan warrior, a more familiar one this time, stepped forward. Snowstar bowed his head in a greeting to the apprentice and began to speak.

"StarClan honours your courage for making the journey and are grateful for your choice. We know it has been hard, and that you are missing your life in the snow and mountains dearly already, but, as you know, SnowClan's future depended on you. Thank you."

"Erm, how did you get here, I mean, last time I saw you and Star Clan, you were in the mountains, and, how is SnowClan doing?" Mosspaw piped up.

"SnowClan is doing well, thanks to you. As you thought, your sister, is now an apprentice, her ceremony took place at the same time as yours. SnowClan is missing you, and your sister is the only one who knows what really happened. Though, she did get the message the same night about what was going to happen, and that was why she was reluctant to leave camp. She did well, and is now Whitepelt's apprentice.

"StarClan granted us access here to talk to you, as they too wanted to speak to you as well, but now it is my turn. Thank you again for what you did. SnowClan is grieving over you, assuming that you died, but are now back to their daily lives. Your mother is being treated well, and has recovered from shock. All is well again, the darkness has lifted from the SnowClan' camp for now, thanks to you." the snowy tom finished, but Mosspaw was sure she saw a glimmer of doubt in the majestic toms eyes, as he spoke about the darkness. Sure enough, she began to worry to. She hadn't heard about this darkness before...

She shook the doubt from her head, it was probably just a StarClan saying, they always seemed to talk in riddles and make things sound so over dramatic.

"Thank you for visiting me, and telling me this, I am glad to hear that SnowClan's doing well. Er, please can you tell my sister that I am well, and good luck. I mean, you don't have to, er if your busy then don't bother, I'm just so grateful for everything she's done. Erm thank you again" Mosspaw shrank a little in embarrassment, returning to her usual shy self. Snowstar nodded in acknowledgement, and stepped back into the crowd of SnowClan cats.

Mosspaw felt the cats stares slowly fading and she saw both StarClans disappearing. And as they did, so did the luscious forest clearing and the scent of prey. Instead, the scent was replaced with herbs and fresh moss beds. She was back in the medicine cat den. But something=2 0was different a cold wind seemed to blow inside of her, and around her. Mosspaw shivered and tried to warm herself by settling down in her warm moss bed. She looked up at the hole in the wide cavern, and saw an almost full moon, high in the inky black sky. She saw the silver stars shining in silverpelt, but she help think that their shine didn't seem to be as bright as they were earlier. Mosspaw shrugged off the feeling. It was night now, and she lived on open plains now, there were bound to be winds blowing over the open moors.

Exhausted, he looked over at her mentors tortoiseshell pelt, shining a silvery grey in the dim star light, and watched it gently rise and fall steadily as the she-cat slept. Sleep wouldn't come, so she groomed her paws, tossed and turned trying to get comfortable and just stared at her mentors almost humorous swaying tail. The continuous swaying, and thoughts if her visit from StarClan gently lulled her to sleep. Mosspaw thought back to Windstar's kind words, and the good news and praise from Snowstar. Stealthpaw was now sleeping in Whitepelt's cave, and they were both doing what they always dreamed of. These thoughts slowly turned into dreams and the apprentice fell into even deeper sleep. She thought of the sparkle in Windstar's amber eyes. She had a safe home in WindClan. The strange cats had accepted her easily enough, and hopefully she would get use to life as a WindClan20apprentice. She was part of WindClan, and the thought made her purr faintly in her sleep.

A/n

Rainstorm: (still arguing)and yet! You are still saying this book is trash

Mosspath: I didn't, I said you're a sad person and so is Suzanne whatitsface. No offence!

Rainstorm: why don't you dare! YOU INSULT THE FANTASTIC BOOK AKA THE HUNGER GAMES!! DUNDUNDUR!

Mosspath: Ok, im officially scared. Im just gonna go now and let you do the next chapter, err yeh. (Runs away from the mad cat, AKA Rainstorm/Tigerstar)