Highpaw's heart beat hard as she saw a familer sandy pelt. What was Sandykit doing outside the camp?! Highpaw shook her head. No, it was just Dustpaw...it was just Dustpaw. Highpaw looked up again to see the large she-cat flick her tail. Signaling her to come closer. Highpaw slowly stalked forward. That was not Dustpaw. Nor was it Sandykit.
Highpaw's claws made small dents in the ground as she prepared to pounce on the loner. Suddenly, she spoke.
"I am so sorry."
Her words made no sound, yet Highpaw just...knew what she was saying. Highpaw puffed out her chest in false confidence.
"Who are you and..."
Highpaw's words made no sounds either. Blinking a few times, Highpaw realized that she was asleep. "I...I fell asleep...this is just a dream...?"
"True. But my words are real. I am sorry. Sorry for your suffering. Why didn't I just say yes?"
"Sandykit?!"
"Sandstar." The she-cat corrected.
Suddenly, Highpaw was extreamly confused. Sandstar...had been the first leader? No one had been named Sand after her reign, right? Only Sandy or something like that in her honor?
"I...listen. I am sorry for all of your suffering. I got so confused...I turned my back on StarClan."
"StarClan?" Highpaw had learned a bit about StarClan from the elders. The place where bad cats who disobeyed the rules went.
"I don't have much time left. I am going to fix this. Alright?
...
oh, and everything you know is wrong."
Blue eyes opened to see a sandy colored she-cat poking her.
"Oh good, your awake! Dawnstar has decided to make Sandykit an apprentice early as punishment!"
Highpaw darted up. "What?!" With how young Sandykit still was, she would die in training!