Chapter 7

I sat with my head lowered in the center of fourtrees. I didn't want to open my eyes; I didn't know what would be there. Throughout the days after my warrior ceremony many objects would scream my name. That name, the one labeled on my forehead, Lostface. It's just as bad as someone calling me "The She-Cat With No Face," or "The She-Cat Who Lost Her Face." They where mean, the hardest part was accepting it just wasn't a nickname, it was my actual name.

I don't even know why I'm at fourtrees. There is no one here. Maybe that's why, no one here to recognize me. No one was here to say my name. It was so quite, no birds sang, no leaves blown, I couldn't even hear the scurrying of pray. It was perfect. The sun was warming my fur, the grass comforted my paws, and my nose smelled the sweet sent of a good day; I should have known it wasn't going to last.

I heard paw steps behind me.

"Lostface." A soft voice said. There it was again. My name, my horrible name. I didn't dare to move, with a sweet sent I knew Spottedleaf was right behind me, and I also knew she wont hurt me by calling my name again. I'm sure she knew I was listening.

"We need to talk to you." Spottedleaf whispered. I smelled the sent of Yellowfang and… other cats. At that moment I opened my eyes and turned hard on my paws and looked up wide in shock. There standing behind Spottedleaf where thousands of cats with beautiful eyes that glowed. All of those glowing eyes where looking at me. I gazed in awe; the sight of all the fallen warriors was touching. I was at a loss of words.

Then I noticed that some of the cats hade wings, medicine cats. Couldn't only medicine cats be in the world I am now? I looked around me; the forest was gone, only shadows of the forest remained. I was in Starclan! I felt I was flying, I never felt so alive, but was I dead? How could I be standing here in Starclan if my wounds haven't killed me?

I gazed at them all; I saw elders and warriors all around me. Spottedleaf smiled at me then all of a sudden I saw Spottedleaf get nudged over by something. I looked down to see a small black and gray kit with beautiful purple eyes push through the crowd and gaze up at me in wonder. Her purple eyes glowed in the dark as she smiled at me. I looked in horror at the kit; she bore wounds of a warrior, not an apprentice, let alone a kit. She must have died from these wounds; she didn't seem to notice them.

None of the others tried to push the young kit back into the crowd. I was almost in tears when I saw this kit.

"Are you a warrior?" The kit asked. I was lost from words at the sight on how slaughtered this kit was.

"Y- yes. I am dying at home and my leader made me a warrior." I whispered to her.

"Wow, I am almost a warrior but I died during training." The kit said with a smile. "How did you die?"

All of a sudden, Yellowfang stepped forward and tapped her tail on the kit's shoulder.

"She isn't dead." Yellowfang smiled. The kit gazed up at Yellowfang, her purple eyes glared with curiosity and then she turned and looked back up at me.

"It was nice to meet you." She said cheerfully then turned and walked away into the crowd of fallen cats. I looked at Yellowfang in horror. Never before have I seen a kit like that.

"What happened to her?" I whispered. Yellowfang looked to the ground.

"Back when I was in Shadowclan, our clan leader was training kits too hard and too young. One day he took a kit out for training, she was already dead by the time he brought her to me."

I looked into the crowd at the small young kit. She was an apprentice? She was only two moons old! I was shocked to see such a small lovable kit like that and find out she was slaughtered by her own clan leader. I felt so horrible. I saw another kit in the crowd who hade brown fur with some black spots and amber eyes. He was very small for a kit, I would have thought he died from infancy but he was wet from head to tail.

I gazed in horror at him.

"What about him?" I asked.

"He's from Windclan. He and his brother and sister fell of the gorge and drowned. Riverclan could have saved them but at that time the rule that said you must help kits in danger wasn't made." Yellowfang whispered. "His name is Smallkit." All of a sudden I watched in shock, as the kit grow taller. The muscles of a warrior appeared and soon he was bigger then me.

I gasped as I saw a sudden glow on his tail. When it went away, a star was placed there. I shook, more and more stars appeared on this cats fur. I counted them all, there where nine. Nine lives!

"If this kit hade lived, he would have become Windclan's leader." Yellowfang said. All at once Smallkit turned back into the tiny drowned kit it once was. I saw curiosity in his eyes as he looked up at me. Then he turned to walk back to two other kits, both drowned. They must have been his brother and sister.

I saw a white warrior with blue eyes glaring at me. She seemed to have her whole side dented. At her feet there was a tiny gray kit, the kit hade frost all over her.

"The warrior is named Snowfur." Yellowfang whispered before I could ask. "She was Bluestar's sister, she died getting hit by a monster on thunderpath."
I looked at Snowfur, that's what the dent was from. She also had a trickle of blood running from her mouth. She must of hade a hard hit. Now that I thought about it, she did look a bit like Bluestar. Then I looked at the kit, she looked like Bluestar too.

"Is that Bluestar's kit?" I asked.

"Yes. Mosskit died in the snow on the way to Riverclan." Yellowfang whispered.

"I-I thought, Bluestar's kits where killed from a fox." I whispered. Yellowfang didn't respond. I looked around the clearing. I could pick out some of the cats.

Gorsepaw, murdered by Tigerstar during an attack on Windclan. Graypool, fell of a rock and broke her spine at the landing, she died at a very old age. Runningwind, slaughtered on the edge of Shadowclan and Thunderlcan territory by Tigerstar and a band of rouges. Halftail, died in the same fire Yellowfang did, just not at the same time. Snowkit, he was born without hearing and unable to hear us warning him before the hawk picked him up and carried him away.

So many fallen cats I've heard of where there too. Redtail, murdered by Tigerstar after a battle at sunningrocks. Silverstream, Graystripe's mate, died giving birth to Graystripe's kits. Lionheart, killed in a battle with Shadowclan. Oakheart, killed by a falling rock in a battle at sunningrocks. Whiteclaw, died falling into the gorge during an unnecessary battle.

I began to cry, I can't believe what I am seeing. I started to smile at all the cats, all shapes and sizes. They where so beautiful. I don't think I can handle the fact on how many kits have died. Still, I wondered why I was here. As if she read my mind, Spottedleaf signaled everyone to sit down.

"Lostface, Starclan has decided it was safe enough for you to return back to your clan."

I felt a surge of joy come across me. My tail twitched, I was going home! I will see Ashpaw, Thornpaw, Fernpaw and Cloudtail again. I will taste the sweet taste of fresh kill again. I might even have kits.

"When you wake up in Cinder pelt's den you will temporarily have no memory of this. In about a few sunrises you will remember the dog attack. About a moon later, you will remember us. You must never tell anyone about us." Spottedleaf spoke. "Please, this is important. No one must know." Her glowing green eyes hade a very serious glare.

I nodded at her and her wings flapped for a quick moment.

"Your wounds have made you unable to do some things" Spottedleaf continued. "But the things you cant do, very small."

I sighed with a slight relief. I wondered what she met by very small. I saw Yellowfang's wings expand.

"Do you want to go home now?" She asked me. I was so exited to get home, I admit it, but there was something I hade to stay there for. Some un-answered questions. I shook my head and everyone in the crowd looked in confused. Yellowfang just let out a small chuckle.

"I think I know what she wants." She spoke, her voice sounding as dried up as usual.

Yellowfang tilted her head to one group of cats in the crowd. I turned my attention over there to see what was going on. A black and white cat about my size stepped in the clearing. The cat's head was lowered as he walked forward. Finally he lifted his head and showed me beautiful amber eyes. The cat smiled at the sight of me and at that moment my heart leaped out of my chest.

"Swiftpaw."

Author's Note: Hey everyone. Long time no talk, eh? So I didn't post anything for this week and that is because I am reaching the end of the school year. I latterly have about two full week and one and a half days left before I graduate into middle school (yes I'm 12, deal with it.) So I have a lot of homework in that time. I have a field trip next week so I might have a free day during that. So I didn't post this week because of homework.

For more questions go to my profile I have a something written there about the dates I post my stories.

What sucks is in the beginning of summer I have one week of nothing and then I'm off to Disney for eleven days. Throughout the whole summer I have something going on. I have morning activities and summer camps and out of service areas. Summer is going to be hard. I think there is one point in the summer where I am gone for three whole weeks, and that sucks.

You know what I'm going to add a vacation warning on my profile so I can tell you if I'm going away for a week or two. I should even tell you where I am. Yeah I will do that I will.

So I'm going to a two-day field trip/camp with my class next week so the night after is no homework and I will try to post the next chapter. Which is going to be painfully short btw. I know Lostface will wake up next chapter and then we can move on with the story.

So I wanted to add a lot of emotional stories of dead kits in here so Lostface can feel fortunate that she was dying as a warrior instead of a kit, cause she should think she has made it way longer then she should have. If you are alive you should be thankful, you could have died a long time ago.

Ok I'm going to go play something like… I'm going to play Resident Evil after I finish math homework.

Oh no one answered for the question of the day thing so I'm doing it anyway. What harm could that do?

What is your favorite video game? Mine is probably Guitar Hero. I also just became a huge Resident Evil fan. Please answer. More coming soon.