Hi all,

This may be a bit short, but bear with me. Like, at least I posted SOMETHING, right? Ok, I know, excuses excuses, but I personally do not care.

In short, this will be short. (See what I did there? Ugh, I'm dead.)

Thanks for putting up with my annoying self and see ya!

The bright, glowing form of the sun was peeking out from behind the mountains when Moonfrost arrived in Thunderclan territory. She had rushed here as soon as she had woken up from the dream, and now she stood on the Thunderclan-Windclan border. Without Spiritclaw.

She had decided to go back to Thunderclan and give telling Darkstar a try. If she was killed, all of Thunderclan would feel a lot safer, but no-one would ever be able to figure out who the true prophecy cat was. She would have to survive this visit if the truth was to be known by every cat.

Once she had caught her breath, she braced herself and stepped over the boundary line.

No sudden attacks were launched on her, no patrols waiting hungrily in the bushes, no foxes or badgers leaping out at her. That meant no cats saw her, which also meant she was safe. For now, at least.

She made her way carefully towards the Thunderclan camp, winding through the trees and jumping over fallen trees. When she came to the stream, she jumped easily, and remembered the river in Spiritclaw's dream.

Soon the entrance tunnel came into view. There was a cat standing guard. It was...

"Sundapple!" she cried, dashing over to her mother.

"Moonpaw? Is that you?" Moonpaw?" asked Sundapple, startled.

"Yes, mother! And... my name is Moonfrost now."

"You have your warrior name?"

"Yes, but I can only explain once I talk to Darkstar."

"Oh, I don't think that's a very good idea," Sundapple warned, her voice suddenly solemn.

"Trust me."

"Ok, let's go then. But please be careful!" They cautiously pushed through the thorn tunnel and into the camp. When they reached the other side, what Moonfrost saw was so nostalgic, she felt sick.

Darkstar was sitting on the tree stump, sharing tongues with his mate, Redfoot. Kits were playfighting in the clearing. Wait, not kits. Oakkit, Beekit and Archkit would be apprentices now! There were new cats, kits, who looked an awful lot like Leopardspot. Oh, she must have had her litter! They looked so big and strong already. Alderbranch was organising patrols with his usual calm efficiency. The camp looked... happier... when she was gone.

Sundapple quietly ushered her to where Darkstar was sitting. He looked up and growled. Redfoot stood up, fur on end, and slinked away.

"Why are you here? I have to kill you now!" Darkstar said, furiously eyeing her.

"I- I must tell you... I am not the proohecy cat. Spiritclaw is."

"Who is Spiritclaw?" he asked.

"Oh, Spiritpaw. He got his warrior name."

"How? What? But you were-"

"Sh. If we can get somewhere private," she nodded to Redfoot, watching them from the bushes, "I can tell you everything."

"This better be good, or I'll make your death extra painful."

She took a breath, steadied her shaking paws, and launched into the story of everything that had happened.

Shoutout to Random Fan for the review!

Byeeeeee!