CHAPTER 5.3 MISTPAW
The breezy meadow felt like home, as it usually did. This time though, Mistpaw was determined to swim in the river. As she dashed down though, she felt heavier and heavier, as though something was pressing down on her. Mistpaw began to crawl, and slowly, painfully, make her way down to the bank. Once she did, she lapped at the water, which was cool and restored her strength. Lashing her tail, she hopped in. Paddling carefully, Mistpaw discovered some tiny fish. Diving down, she snapped it up and tossed it onshore, then broke its neck, making it fresh-kill.
"You seemed to have accepted it" the tall, glowing-eyed she-cat said, "Your heritage to the water-dwelling cats, that is." With a sigh, Mistpaw turned to her.
"They warned me about you, you know. Those cats, who are made of only stars. They call themselves StarClan. I met them, they seemed nice. I've seen them, those made of only shadows and blood. They are not so nice, and they stay away. You, though, are different, aren't you? You have burning mind, yet something else sustains you, doesn't it?" Mistpaw said. The she-cat seemed pleased as she replied,
"Correct. Next time, I'll tell you, if you can answer my question. Do you accept it? Their blood, running through your veins?" as mist, ironically, covered up everything from sight, until-
