Chapter two

Mysticshine was washing her paws, carefully. Icewish had just taken a hunting patrol out. Mysticshine sighed. She looked at her tortoise-shell pelt. Then at her claws. Nothing was different. She longed to go to the journey that Stormfur, Brambleclaw, and Squirrelflight had many, many, many seasons ago. Now, she was just bored. She saw her apprentice. She expected complaining, as usual.

"We could go hunting?" Her apprentice offered.

Mysticshine was suspicious. It wasn't always Frostpaw spoke in such a well manner.

"Alright…" She finally said.

But before they left, she saw Icewish come back from her patrol. Of course, she didn't know that Frostpaw was on her best behavior today.

"If it isn't the disrespectful apprentice…" She muttered under breath, still miserable about the accident with Mistpaw. Mysticshine's pelt was glistening in the sun, her pelt felt burnt. Frostpaw was on her best behavior, for what ever reason, she didn't know. But still, it should be encouraged.

"you can not talk to my apprentice like that!" she yelled at the younger warrior.

Icewish, startled, by that remark, shrank down, so she was no bigger than an apprentice. Frostpaw giggled under breath. She put a tail on Icewish's pelt, and half jumped on her.

"AND YOU! Treat a warrior with respect!" She yelled at Frostpaw. Her head was spinning, not really knowing why she was so mad. At least the younger cats were apologizing, she thought. As she stalked away, hoping for more excitement.

"Do you want to go to the next gathering?"

"huh?"

She saw her leader looking at her.

"Oh! Oh…yeah sure."

Not the excitement she was hoping for, but it was a start. She lay in her den, her heart beating slowly, until she fell asleep.

"Where am I?" She yelled to the hollow darkness. "Who's there!?"

She suddenly felt like a kit, at her mother's belly. "What do you want with me?" she whispered.

"the tribe….." A voice whispered.

"What tribe?" The only tribe Mysticshine heard of was the tribe of rushing water.

A silver tabby appeared. "As you know the tribe of rushing water…."

Then a black one "The tribe of swishing air…."

A brown one "The tribe of roaring sky…"

And a black one. "And finally the tribe of sheer darkness…."

"WHAT!? Please….please what do you want?"

"find the tribes…restore them…restore them…"

"BUT HOW????" From what looked to be a scared kittypet, Mysticshine's fur bristled like a warrior form LionClan.

"Find Rain like no end….."

"Where? But….wait….is she…a badger?" Mysticshine hesitated.

"No" the silver cat said with a purr of amusement. "It's not a badger"

"Good" Mysticshine murmured. Long ago when she was a kit she had been almost killed by a badger. She turned around

"I'm sorry," Icewish said

"sure"

"what's wrong?"

"nothing"

"C'mon. I'm your sister!"

"Yeah from another litter!"

"No!"

"Well than why are you 3 moons younger."

"Because. Well…I…" Then there was a scream, then all darkness….