"Sandstorm, welcome to Starclan." A voice called.
"I-I'm not dead, am I?"
"No no, don't worry; you have a long life ahead of you."
Her eyes widened. "What about my legs?"
"You'll be fine. Don't worry; you won't have to follow the path of the Medicine cat."
"Why would you think that I was thinking that?!" She growled softly.
"I saw it all over your face. Before you reply with a smart remark, I want to give you a gift." He replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Why would I want that?" She frowned.
'This cat is impossible!' The Starclan cat thought, irritated. "It's a gift from Starclan; do you dare not accept it? It's not like it's going to harm you."
"For Starclan's sake you're stubborn. Fine, I will." I'm not looking forward to when she joins Starclan. The tom took a step closer to the annoying she-cat. He touched noses with her as her body instantly stood rigid and still. She didn't move for a few seconds until finally her muscles relaxed.
"Thanks for the gift, I guess."
Goodbye, and let's hope I don't see you for dozens more moons.
Sandstorm woke up with a start. She had received a gift from Starclan! Then she remembered, what was her gift anyway?