Chapter 8

"Runningwind, wake up." A cat whispered.

The brown tom slowly opened his eyes. He sat near High Rock. This looked exactly like Thunderclan, but something was different. He felt a cold chill run down his spine. Suddenly he remembered he was wounded and he passed out.

"Good, you're awake." A familiar voice spoke out.

"Lionheart?" Runningwind questioned.

"Yes. It's me, Lionheart." The voice replied.

"But you're dead--" Suddenly Runningwind paused. "Does that mean, I'm dead?" he shuddered.

The large golden tom appeared in front of him. He looked much younger, and he was as healthy as ever. "Yes, you're with Starclan." He said solemnly.

Runningwind looked around, he noticed many glowing white dots floating around him. Suddenly those dots turned into warriors who have passed on. Runningwind recognized Redtail, Thistleclaw and Rockstar, the leader before Bluefstar.

"I'm in Starclan." He said to himself. He quickly turned his head towards Lionheart, "Is Willowpelt alright? She's still alive? And the kits? I hope Tigerclaw hasn't gotten to her. What about the clan?"

"Slow down Runningwind. Yes, the clan is fine for now." Lionwheart replied with a chuckle.

The lean tom calmed down. Lioheart approached him slowly and pressed his nose against the brown tom's head. "You're now officially part of Starclan." The large tom meowed.

Runningwind noticed something over Lionheart's shoulder. It was a dark figure, laying there motionless.

"What's that?" Runningwind asked Lionheart.

The large tom looked over, his face saddened. "Go see for yourself."

Runningwind nodded. As he approached the motionless figure, everything turned darker. Thunderclan disappeared, Lionheart was nowhere to be seen. Then Shadowclan began to appear. Before he knew it, he was in Shadowclan.

"Hello?" he called out. No one answered.

As he got closer to the motionless figure he noticed the ground was colder and harder. He was on Thunderpath! But there were no monsters. Runningwind was more curious about the motionless figure.

"Hello? Hey, wake up." Runningwind meowed, but there was no response. Runningwind got closer and closer. He could smell blood and fear-scent. Then there was a familiar scent, a scent he noticed before he died. A Shadowclan cat was trying to help him, but what was his name? Runningwind couldn't remember.

"That's right, it's Whitethroat!" He suddenly recalled. He looked down at Whitethroat's body and shook his head. "I wonder what happened to you."

Runningwind sat there for a few minutes until he noticed the Shadowclan cat's body begin to heal itself. Then he heard a gasp of air. Whitethroat was awake. He quickly turned his head up and looked at Runningwind.

"Where am I?" the young tom meowed.

Runningwind found it hard to respond. "You're in Starclan." He whispered.

The young tom's eyes began to widen, he gasped and lifted his head. "Starclan?" he choked. He got up and looked around. "This looks exactly like Shadowclan territory." Suddenly the glowing white dots appeared again. Now they transformed into cats of Shadowclan.

"This is your clan. Or at least all of the dead ones." Runningwind said coldly. "Your life is over now. Enjoy Starclan and thanks for trying to help me. I better leave you alone." He turned away and walked into the shadows.

"Lionheart where are you?" Runningwind yelled.

The large golden cat appeared in front of him. Suddenly he was back in Thunderclan. "So I guess I'll be staying with you." He meowed.

The large warrior nodded.

"Well, I guess this is how it's going to be from now on." Runningwind sighed.

Good-bye Runningwind. I wish I told you this before but I never had the chance to. I love you.

"Willowpelt?" Runingwind meowed. "Willowpelt! Where are you?" he yelled.

"She was whispering her good-byes." Lionheart meowed.

Suddenly Runningwind noticed the voices of the other cats of the clan. They were all saying good-bye.

"Now they will barry your body." The golden tom meowed.


Yeah, Runningwind is dead now. But there are a couple more chapters. Enjoy!