Kinkfoot brought prey back to camp, it had been two days since Tornheart and Goldstar's duel, and in that time, Goldstar lost his eighth life. Now the clan leader was recovering from the duel with the other wounds being too deep for starclan to heal, but not lethal. And Tornheart never returned to camp since.
Smokeheart took the role of standing leader in Goldstar's place. and in this case, the clan is in a state of disorder since the deputy is in place of the leader, with only a couple of days left till next full moon, where the attack on the dark forest will begin.
Then the camp began to fade away.
Kinkfoot found himself in a place, where the trees seemed to be rotting from their original appearance (Of which he doesn't know).
A familiar scent washed over him, and he turned to see redstorm pad out of a rotting bush.
"Redstorm, you're okay!" he exclaimed.
The dark red tabby she-cat smiled. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"
"Because-" it suddenly came to Kinkfoot. "You're not starclan are you."
"Bingo." She meowed.
Kinkfoot stepped back. "You lied to me!" he began to panic.
"Tsk, tsk. Now don't be rude. When you began to feel down, did 'Starclan' help you? No, I did, I made you far advance then your siblings. Starclan just sat there watching."
Kinkfoot felt his breath get caught in his throat. "But you said you were starclan."
"And little old you believed it, but don't worry. We aren't all bad as your clanmates say we are. I mean, I did nothing to harm you, did I?"
"N-no." Kinkfoot answered.
"See, I mean you no harm. And because of so, what your clanmates say about us is untrue. So you can trust me."
Kinkfoot thought for a moment.