Welcome, my fellow fanfictionists, to the sequel of Mossyheart's Destiny! That book was completed a mere nine days ago, and if you are unfamiliar with said fanfiction publishment, I highly suggest reading it before continuing to this one.

I am accepting places to take Mossyheart, as every two to three chapters I'll swap areas. It could be either real or not, review it if you wish to submit one!

Now,

Welcome To The First Chapter of Mossyheart's Journey!

Mossyheart waited at the GorseClan border for a patrol to pass by. She felt the familiar sensation of soft fur brushing hers, although she knew to all others she would appear completely alone. However, whenever she turned, she saw her mate, Aspenleaf, sitting there. Although the warmhearted tom had passed to illness less than two days ago, Mossyheart knew he wouldn't leave her. He promised never to.

Bracken rustled on the other side of the scent line; a GorseClan patrol passed through them. Appledawn, a former LeafClan warrior, with the warriors Squirrelheart and Pooltail -along with her apprentice Lilypaw- behind him. Mossyheart raised her tail in greeting.

"Mossyheart," Appledawn dipped his head to her, "How is LeafClan?"

"Well, Appledawn, they have recovered well."

"We heard about Aspenleaf. I'm so sorry."

Mossyheart was tempted to tell them that Aspenleaf was right there, but held her tongue. "I need to speak with Cedarstar. It's important."

"He will welcome you. Follow us," Appledawn flicked his tail to gather his patrol, and Mossyheart fell into step with Lilypaw. The calico she-cat did not speak to the former LeafClan cat.

Appledawn led Mossyheart to a small wall of brush. She gazed at him, puzzled. He walked through the bushes, his patrol right behind him. Mossyheart followed with an audible gasp.

A huge stone cavern met her, a waterfall cascading down a jagged rock face into a pool below. Smooth stones were scattered about the cave, many occupied by lounging cats. Cedarstar and Badgerstripe stood on an overhanging rock jutting out from the curtain of water, while a few cats gathered below them. A gang of kittens played by the water while two queens watched them, and their heads shot up when they saw Mossyheart. Six of them darted to Mossyheart, crying, "Mossyheart! Mossyheart!" A few of the warriors looked at the gray-green she-cat after they noticed the kits' yowling.

"Spiderkit! Icekit! Finchkit! Cedarkit! Hickorykit! Juniperkit! I've missed you! I hope you've been behaving yourselves," she fake-glared at the tiny cats.

"Who, us?" Spiderkit blinked innocently at her.

"We never cause any trouble," Hickorykit insisted.

Mossyheart purred. "I should hope not."

"Now, now, kits, don't bother the poor cat." A brown she-cat chided, then looked up at Mossyheart. "Sorry about them. They're a bit of a pawful. I'm Browntail."

"Mossyheart."

"You're Mossyheart? The cat who created GorseClan? I'm honored, I truly am." Browntail surely did looked the part. Her yellow eyes swept up and down Mossyheart. "You're younger than I thought you'd be."

"Thanks?" Mossyheart wasn't sure whether or not to take that as a compliment.

"Oh, I meant no offense, I'm so sorry."

"Browntail, I'm thrilled to know you think so highly of me, but, please, I'm not a dignitary, I'm just… me."

"Hello, Mossyheart." Mossyheart spun around quickly at the sound of Cedarstar greeting her. "Appledawn informed me that you needed to speak with me?"

"Yes, sir. I thought I ought to tell you, I'm leaving LeafClan."

"To join GorseClan?"

"No, sir. I'm leaving the Clans."

"Oh. Will you return?"

"Perhaps, after a long time. I'm leaving to find myself."

Cedarstar tilted his head, looking perplexed. "What?"

"To find who I am. Where I belong. I intend to come back, yes, but it may take moons, seasons even. But I can't stay here. The deaths that haunt here, they- I just know I can't stay." Mossyheart knew he wouldn't understand, wouldn't know the feeling every time she trod the paths a dead cat had once walked. It was like- like they were there, watching her. She couldn't be happy living a life where she looked over her shoulder every heartbeat, where she jumped at every cracking twig or moving leaf. "I can't stay."

"I understand. Just know this, Mossyheart: GorseClan will always be open to you, even after I am gone. We will always welcome you."

"Thank you. But now I must go."

Cedarstar glanced at the retreating sunlight that peeked through the bushes guarding the camp entrance. "It's getting dark. Will you stay one night?"

"Okay. Where do I-"

Cedarstar interrupted her. He bounded up to the rock recently vacated by his deputy. "Cats of GorseClan! Gather around the waterfall to hear me speak!"

"We have an important guest amongst us tonight," he nodded at Mossyheart, who shrank back from all the attention, "Mossyheart, former warrior of LeafClan, will be staying with us one night before she departs the Clans. Let's show her some proper GorseClan hospitality!"

A great roar followed his words. "Let's feast!" A sleek dark tom, who looked around apprentice age, yowled.

Cedarstar leaped down from the rock. "Welcome to GorseClan, Mossyheart. Enjoy the feast." He walked away, leaving Mossyheart behind him. She hurried to follow.

Woohoo, guys, it has begun, Mossyheart's saga part two!

'Bye!

-Mossyheart