Thanks to Russetfrost780, puppydogs68, and FizzNBoo for carrying me this far!
A ginger tom padded up the slope beside a light brown she-cat.
"Is it time yet?" he asked, his voice deep and serious. The she-cat wrapped her tail around her front paws as she stared at the brush-filled field in front of her with towering mountains shadowing it.
"Almost, Flamestar, the Clan understands the plan." Flamestar dug his claws into the earth.
"We both know why we are here, Shademeadow, make sure the moves we make now are solely for our ancestors," he growled. Then he stood and padded from Shademeadow's side, her gaze still caught on the stillness of the mountains and her ancestors above.
. . .
A silver tom rustled through the herbs that littered the floor of a dark cave. His eyes glowed with uncertainty as he kept casting glances toward a brown tabby near the entrance, sleeping in a nest with a white and gray she-cat next to him. He sighed, his thoughts seeming troubled from the fit his patient had endured not long ago. An old golden and white she-cat faced her back to him, her expression unreadable in the gloom. After another silent moment, she finally spoke.
"I don't know what to do, the Spirit Watcher can't have wanted this to happen, she's weakening her apprentice." The silver tom said nothing. "We can't let anyone else know, we can't risk losing her," she breathed quietly. The silver tom waited another moment before responding.
"We need to speak with our ancestors, we can't be led by the blind." The golden bicolor she-cat shook her head.
"The blind isn't leading the blind. Here, it's the bird guiding the mole. We can't commune with the bird until we go up to the surface, but we can only reveal ourselves to the bird when it is far into the sky and hard to see." The silver tom didn't seem to understand, but he kept quiet anyway.
His paws shifted impatiently as he continued to sort the herbs into a deep storage cleft. Eventually, he turned to the other cat.
"Do you remember anything from the dream share?" the silver tom's voice echoed in the blackness.
"I don't know what happened, my memory is being stubborn," the old meow responded.
"Well don't worry, we'll figure out what happened soon enough. Do you think it's time yet? I thought the Spirit Watcher would have told her by now, but I don't think she's had any recent dreams about her." The other voice grunted.
"It's not up to us, we'll know soon enough once we get to the Starpond. Maybe Bluemoon will speak to us, she did die the night Witherpaw was forced to flee so we still have a chance of seeing her," the she-cat's voice mewed reassuringly. The other cat sniffed.
"That's what you said last time." Then pawsteps sounded, padding closer and closer until they eventually faded away. Witherpaw sat up in her nest in the medicine den. I need to speak to StarClan, and soon.
-Author's Note-
Hello fellow Warriors fans!
I know this is a little short, but I wanted to make more elaboration of the lore of this universe.
From this point onward, the depth of this universe will become clear and it will continue to get more spiritual and dive more into the junk with StarClan and whatnot. I won't say much more now, but just be ready for the complicated plots ahead!
HINT: The second part takes place the night after Leo had his fit. Remember how Flowerglow seemed to freak out like Leo had when she touched her nose to his forehead? Maybe that's somehow connected to the "dream share" ;)
-MapleLily96-