Mudclaw stormed into the middle of the clearing, knocking kits and apprentices aside in his wake.
"Listen up feather-brains," he growled.
"What? Isn't being in the dark forest bad enough without having to listen to you?" Leafpool sighed.
"Be quiet Leaffool, I wasn't asking you," Mudclaw sneered before turning to the rest of the crowd.
"We have to do something about Bluestar throwing everyone into the Dark Forest! Some of us don't even belong here, but I can think of at least one cat in StarClan, that doesn't belong there, I'm not going to name any names... Ashfur.. anyway, we must band together and take her down!"
Most of the cats in the crowd started cheering, but some still looked pensive.
"But Mudclaw, that is not wise," Barkface meowed.
"Whatever, Barfface, no one cares what you think," Mudclaw growled.
"I think this is a fantabulous idea, then, after we take Bluestar down, we can take over StarClan!"
"Wait, who said that?" Mudclaw asked, looking around.
Every cat gasped, when the misty figure of Tigerstar slunk out from the shadows!
"This is great fun, eh?" Ryestalk meowed, knocking a pebble across the ice to Kinkfur.
"This is how I died!" Flametail exclaimed.
"I remember that," Dawnpelt growled, digging her claws into the ground, "That stupid Jayfeather."
"No," Flametail shook his head, "We've forgiven him remember?"
"Oh yeah," Dawnpelt narrowed her eyes, "Who can I hate now?"
"How about that traitor Sleekwhisker? Who helped Darktail kill everyone?"
"Yes, may she be infested with fleas, and her legs too short to scratch!" Dawnpelt threw her head back, and started mrrowing maniacally.
Then, all the fun was ruined, when Onestar strutted forward.
"I'm the only brown tabby left in StarClan, who wants to be my mate?"
"Um excuse me!" Whitetail looked up from where she was sharing tongues with Tornear,
"I'm your mate!"
Onestar regarded her with the flick of his tail.
"But I'm the best looking tom in StarClan now, I can't deny all the she-cats my greatness."
"What about Whitestorm? He's pretty fit," Tornear meowed.
Whitetail nodded.
"Oh yes, too bad he's in ThunderClan," she sighed.
"Yeah, and plus he's with that one cat, what's her name?" Tornear narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"That feather-brain's name is Willowpelt," Whitetail spat.
"Mom-uh! You're embarrassing me!" Weaselfur groaned.
Whitetail narrowed her eyes at him.
"Wait, I'm your mother?"
"Ja! It's the only thing that makes sense," the ginger and white tom exclaimed.
"But wait, I didn't even know you were dead!" Whitetail shook her head, feeling very confused.
"Well, here's more confusion for you, Owlwhisker is also your son, he's my littermate, but he's in the Dark Forest, because he's a brown tabby!" Weaselfur exclaimed.
"Oh my StarClan!" Whitetail exclaimed, before fainting.
Sourpatch, Sweetheart, Frostedflake, Frecklespeckle, and Stickkit all padded towards the moon pool, they were going to try to unfreeze it again, but this time, without the other medicine cats.
"I swear if I have to deal with Jayfeather for one more second, I'm going to lose it," Frecklespeckle growled.
"Try some catmint, it makes everything better," Sweetheart meowed, offering some to the tom.
He shook his head.
"No thanks."
"More for me then," Sweetheart swallowed a pawful of catmint.
"How does RiverClan have so much catmint anyway?" Frostedflake asked.
"Darktail left it behind when he was holding everyone hostage," Sourpatch meowed, before glaring at his littermate, "Though, with Sweetheart around, it hasn't lasted very long."
"So, have you guys had anymore dreams?" Stickkit asked.
"Yeah, I had a dream last night that I was chasing a bird, and then, the branch of the tree I jumped onto, fell down and squished Rabbitleap," Frostedflake meowed.
Stickkit sighed.
"That's not what I meant, but okay, interesting dream."
"I had a dream that there was a never ending supply of catmint!" Sweetheart exclaimed.
"I had a dream that everyone disappeared, it was great," Sourpatch meowed.
Stickkit let out a wail of annoyance, and turned to Frecklespeckle.
"Please tell me that you actually have something logical to say."
"I think I know what to do," the ThunderClan medicine cat meowed.
"What is it?" Stickkit asked.
"We need to go back to the place where it all began, we need to go back to the tribe."
"ROAD TRIP!" Frostedflake exclaimed, as Sweetheart threw catmint into the air, and danced under it, and Sourpatch muttered something about, not knowing what a road trip was.
Nor did any of the other cats, except Frostedflake, but they didn't want to look like mouse-brains by saying so.
"Let's go then!" Stickkit exclaimed, and he, along with the other cats, started making their way to the tribe.