Honeypaw's eyes widened. "But—but how could that be? I…"
"I don't know where they are, Honeypaw. Neither does Duststar."
The she-cat let out a sob, and padded off to the warrior den, tail drooping behind her. She needed some sleep.
Hours later, Icepaw returned over the border of ThunderClan. Honeypaw poked her head out of the apprentice den, and then bounded out of it at the sight of her sister. But where was Fogpaw?
"I. I don't know where Fogpaw is, everyone. Oakstripe and I looked everywhere, but… I've got to got to the medicine cat gathering with Toadflight. I'll tell you if I…" With that, Toadflight, the medicine cat, quickly padded over to Icepaw. The tortoiseshell tom shooed everyone else away and went off in the direction of the Moonpool, and so Icepaw followed behind, her blue eyes glinting with sadness.
Eight cats, four medicine cats, and four apprentices, sat by the Moonpool. In front of Toadflight sat Icepaw, who was talking with Blackpaw, Cloudpaw, and Ravenpaw about what was going on in their Clans.
It's amazing, Icepaw thought. We're all together, and we all talk to our ancestors... but how?
Toadflight silenced the seven other cats. "I think it is time that Icepaw earns her name as a medicine cat."
Icepaw's eyes widened. It was time already?
"I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. She has decided to follow the path of a medicine cat. Icepaw, do you promise to take care of any cat in need, regardless of their clan?"
"I do."
"Then, Icepaw, I grant you your new name. From now on, you will be known as Icewing."
"Icewing! Icewing!" the cats cried, their voices pricked with pride for the young apprentice. There was Dappledleaf, the medicine cat of ShadowClan, and her apprentice, Cloudpaw, Rosethorn, the medicine cat of WindClan with her apprentice Ravenpaw and Whitestone from RiverClan, with his apprentice, Blackpaw. How much they meant to her—as friends and spiritual leaders of the Clans.
Before the newly named Icewing knew it, gathering had begun and the cats of StarClan swirled down before her—yet Fogpaw was not among them.
Welcome, Icewing.
Hello.. No… that's you, Sootspot! You were one of the elders, who died of black—
Shh, Icewing. I know you're wondering why Fogpaw isn't here..
She's not dead! Wait—is she…
Fogpaw is alive and well, Icewing. You must calm down.
But what about Oakstripe? He's been acting like Fogpaw is dead, and since he's the deputy he should know—
Listen, Icewing, you can't worry about Oakstripe. You can't worry about Fogpaw. But I must warn you; danger is ahead.
The scene slowly faded to where Icewing and Sootspot stood on a moor, where the mist slowly faded over the water. It remained calm for a moment, but then in a heartbeat it was gone, and Icewing awoke, the same time all the other medicine cats were getting up.
It's the calm before the storm, a voice echoed in her head.
"What did you dream of?" Cloudpaw asked. She was the last to get up. Icepaw closed her eyes, in an attempt to hide the anguish in her eyes. What was going to happen to the Clans?