The tension in the air was thick, as Phantomstrike stared right in the face of Tigerstar, and his lips curled into a snarl. "You." He said coldly.

"Me." Tigerstar replied, in boredom as if they said that to him everyday.

"But...how? Aren't you dead?"

"But of course I am you fool!" He snapped, but Phantomstrike held his gaze without flinching away.

"Why are you here?"

"Because you are kin." He said simply. "I want to teach you the way to become a better deputy."

Phantomstrike felt his fur bristle. "Not on my life." He growled. "I would never try to learn something from the vile, idiotic foxdung that tried to take over the forest!" He spat on the ground, and clawed the ground, his blue eyes sharpened as Tigerstar began to circle him.

"Your anger can make you dangerous." Tigerstar mused.

Phantomstrike gritted his teeth. "Like you can talk." He retorted, but Tigerstar ignored him.

"I could make you great." He taunted, "I could make you invincible in battle, and become leader."

"Not likely- if I am to become leader, it would be seasons from not without bloodshed, I refuse to even think of becoming leader- by what?" He questioned- but without waiting for an answer he continued. "By bringing rouges into the camp? By, by-"

"Calm down Phantomstrike." Tigerstar interrupted. "I will not train you that way, but in the way I trained Lionstar. You see what a great leader he was?"

Phantomstrike's eyes grew wide. Lionstar was a good leader, yes, but he was troubled, and he would always put cats in useless wars. "I highly doubt it. You want to use me don't you? To kill Rainstar and Sundance? Firestar's flesh and blood?"

Tigerstar narrowed his amber eyes, but his tone was even. "You must stop thinking of tales told for kits." He snorted, but Phantomstrike began to walk away. "Where are you going?" He spat.

Phantomstrike replied over his shoulder, and smirked smugly. "I'm not an idiot." He then began to run blindly, until he reached a bright white light.

Tigerstar watched him as he left, and he felt two cats close to him. "This is not over." He told them, in anger. "I will stalk him in his dreams until he turns over to me."

Hawkfrost nodded at Tigerstar's words. "I know you will. You are a brilliant mastermind like that."

There was a halfhearted mew of agreement from Hollyleaf, and Tigerstar did a small chuckle of wicked amusement.

"Why Jayfeather?" The orange she-cat whined, staring at her great-uncle. "Why can't you tell me more?" She plead. "This doesn't make any sense."

Jayfeather said nothing as she shivered, watching the sun slash through the red clouds, and she pressed herself against him for warmth and comfort. "Just remember," Jayfeather murmured, affectionately flicking his tail on her ears (A/N: Okay, so you know, Jayfeather, once again is her kin, so he can be affection to her o.o) . "That you must, must..." Before he could finish, she felt something sharp prod her.

* * *

She blinked away the last of sleep to see icy blue eyes glaring at her, and Phantomstrike barred his teeth. "Finally." he snapped. "Rainstar needs you to go to the Moonpool with him, along with Ivytail."

Sundance did a silent groan. Ivytail was the rudest cat in the clan, who seemed to always trying to find some way to bump into poor Silverfrost- giving him a reason to talk to her, of course, he ignored her half the time. Wouldn't that leave Phantomstrike alone? Most of the cats were going on patrol, hunting, or training...

She shook her head, while Phantomstrike's whiskers twitched knowingly. She felt guilty of thinking these thoughts of the loyal deputy- had he figured out her suspicions?

However, if Phantomstrike DID know something, he ignored it. "I understand you don't like Ivytail." He said, calmly. "But, you must go, and be sure to get some traveling herbs alright?"

Sundance's fur bristled suddenly, and she threw her lips up in a snarl. "Since when did you know better then me?" She snapped, causing Phantomstrike to yawn.

"Did I say that? I was just making sure you remembered." His voice was cool, but she noticed that his eyes were smothered with irritation. She bit back a sharp retort, before turning her back on him, and went to go get her herbs, tail high up.

Phantomstrike wasn't as angry as he was confused with the medicine cat. She never rounded on anyone for saying such a remark like that to her. Perhaps it was just lack of sleep. He thought hopefully, and then questioned himself. Since when did he care that she was acting strange or not?

* * *
The Moonpool shone brightly with the ancestors of all different clans, who had white stars in their fur.

Luckily, Rainstar had ordered Ivytail to wait for them, and she grudgingly obeyed, obviously overwhelmed by the secrets Sundance had grown used to, and curiosity seemed to be fighting with the order, even if Ivytail saw an empty pool, Ivytail watched on with disappointment, and Sundance couldn't help but feel smug, as she bounded with her brother further down.

Rainstar settled himself on the cold grass around the Moonpool and quietly and almost in a trance, lapped up droplets of the icy-cold water. After a few moments, he looked drowsy, and rested his head on his paws, falling asleep.

Sundance watched one, before drinking some of the water as well.

She was back in the same strange territory as her dreams.

* * *

"Alright, Flamestorm- you, Hollydream, and Ravenpaw go on the hunting patrol." Phantomstrike gave the orders easily, and Flamestorm nodded, as he beckoned the named cats for the patrol.

After he gave the rest of the orders, he jumped down from the rock, and called Silverfrost and Pinewing with him- his two most cherished friends in all of the clans. Both of the cats padded over to him.

"Tigerstar appeared? I find that hard to believe." Pinewing- the more practical of the three said, slowly, as if he was talking to a kit. "I mean, honestly, the last cat went insane from Tigerstar."

Silverfrost was looking hungrily at a vole, as he buried it under a pile of leaves. He broke his stare from the pile and blinked. He was the day-dreamer of the group and he just grinned. "He didn't go insane- you exaggerate, but I wouldn't accept if I was you."

Phantomstrike yawned again, still tired from lack of sleep, and buried his bird. "But of course I didn't accept- I learned from the mistakes the rest of them made." His voice was full of scorn. "I'm not ambitious- I'm not willing to try and risk my life for leadership."

Silverfrost and Pinewing nodded slowly, both in understanding, but Pinewing still looked skeptical. "Still- I highly doubt he came to you."

Silverfrost frowned and butted Pinewing's shoulder affectionately. "But of course he had the dream mouse-brain! Why else would be bring it up?"

Phantomstrike rolled his eyes at them. "Stop acting like I'm not in front of you."

Both toms looked sheepish, and they returned to their hunting.

* * *

Sundance remained quiet as she looked around, she looked around the darkness, waiting for the wise words of Jayfeather, but there was nothing.

There was a long screech of a cat in war, it was mournful and furious at the same time, she jumped in horror. Why was she facing this alone? She blinked as she suddenly saw the faint outline of cats, she opened her mouth to form a question- but they raced in front of her, and stopped, the group began fighting again- and the screech pierced the air again. Great Starclan! How was she going to comfort these cats?

Before she reached a decision, she woke up.