I apologize for the shortness of this chapter
Book 2: Mixed up
Ravenfeather gulped nervously as he entered Blackstar's den with Darkgrass padding softly beside him. A chorus of yowls came from the Shadowclan cats assembled outside the leader's den, led by Lionclaw. Ravenfeather could not help thinking that if he had one whisker's worth of the warrior's code as that young warrior, he would not have betrayed Shadowclan. As the two cats, deputy and warrior, entered the hollow in the highrock, the cats outside clamed down, ears perked to hear the mews of Blackstar, Darkgrass and Ravenfeather.
"Ravenfeather," Blackstar began, claws digging into the ground, white paws covered with dust from who knows what. Ravenfeather scuffled his paws respectfully as he waited for Blackstar to continue. As the leader opened his mouth to speak again, Darkgrass shot a sympathetic looked at his Clanmate.
"Ravenfeather, setting up an attack on our clan with Riverclan was a very, very disrespectful thing to do. Something that Tigerstar would do, even!" Blackstar said coolly, the only anger showing being fire raging in his eyes, "But you did not try to hide it from us at the Gathering. You admitted it to us, loud and clear. Because of that, we know that you have loyalty left in you. Therefore, your punishment shall not be to severe,"
Ravenfeather tried to looked as respectful as he could, head bowed and tail between his legs as the black tom quietly mused, "Thank you Blackstar. You are a kind and merciful leader. I expect the Riverclan cats will not be so lucky,"
Blackstar let out a mrrow of laughter, "I suppose you are right," The old cat said with an amused purr, " Now, for your punishment…"
Ravenfeather waited, eyes firmly closed and tail moving subtly back and forth waiting for Blackstar to talk, tension rising.
"You will not come to the Gathering for six moons, and you shall help our Medicine cat and the elders. Marshfoot says he needs help with his herbs," Blackstar finally mewed, and Ravenfeather let out a sigh of relief as his punishment was not to bad.
"Tell us about your dream, Swampclaw," Firestar began, as soon as the cats came back from the Gathering. He and his deputy were standing on top of the Highrock, with the rest of the clan assembled beneath.
Swampclaw took a deep breath, then began, "I was sitting in Fourtrees, in the middle of a Gathering. Suddenly, dust filled the clearing. The other cats vanished, except for Blackstar. He dug his paws into the dust, than faced me. Then he started screeching, "Wind! Thunder! River! Shadow!" Dust came up all around him, making like a storm. Then a dusty tom with a white underbelly came into the clearing, like Duststorm, but this tom had no eyes and blood-red patches under his eye sockets. This cat stared at me, and I could feel words in my head, "Windpaw falls down. Windpaw falls down. Windpaw falls down," I looked around, but all I could see were those two cats and dust coating their paws. Then My dead brother, you know, Yarrowclaw, came to me and said,"Starclan needs brave cats. Cats of wind, river, thunder and shadow" Then Blackstar and the other cat started yowling, "Shadow!" At the top of their lungs. Then I woke up,"
Then Brackenclaw meowed, "Did anybody notice the dust coating Blackstar's feet at the Gathering?"