I changed the name of the chapter.
The five cats of LostClan were standing at the eastern edge of WindClan territory, discussing what to do next.
"We should speak to StarClan. Only Firestar and Sandstorm know where SkyClan is and they're both long gone." Darkpaw advised.
"Excellant idea. But who should go?" Snowpaw asked.
Tabbykit looked up at Sandpaw with her big blue eyes. "What about you Sandpaw? You're sister was the medicine cat in RiverClan and you made my throat feel much better after giving me that sweet sticky stuff."
"Just because Goldenstream was Redfoot's apprentince doesn't mean that it runs in the family." the long furred tom a corrected. "My mother couldn't tell the difference between a deathberry and a rock."
"Who cares?" the gray ShadowClan apprentince muttered. "Either one you eat will you kill you."
"I nominate Snowpaw." Desertpaw piped up.
"Me?" the white cat echoed.
"Yah you." the small WindClan tom meowed. "I mean if it wasn't for you keeping us all together no one would've gotten to Tabbykit in time and she'd be dead right about now. Sandpaw would have probaly ripped me to peices because I got on his nerves too much and Darkpaw...he's just plain grim."
Darkpaw hissed and Desertpaw exclaimed "Told you so!"
"Desertpaw does have a good point." Sandpaw pointed out thoughtfully. "You seemed to have inherited your mom and dad's leadership skills."
"Fine I'll go." Snowpaw answered. "I'll be back by sunhigh at the latest, stay together and keep away from anything that could kill you." The white tom trotted along the small stream that lead to the Moonpool, still darkened with soot from the fire.
The small crevice in which the Moonpool lay in was an oasis in the charred landscape, the rocky walls had protected the area from the destructive flames. Snowpaw had only been here once as a young apprentince, it was traditition for all apprentinces to go before they had been warriors. He could still his mother curled up, sharing dreams with StarClan.
Following from her example Snowpaw bent down to the pool and drank a small amount of the reflective water. He tasted ice and his entire body ran cold. A silver light flashed before his eyes before he met black.
As the white apprentince got to his paws his yellow eyes locked in familiar bright green ones. His father was smiling warmly at him, familiar dark ginger pelt now flecked with stars. At his side was another tom that looked very similar to him, except that his pelt was more fiery.
"Dad!" Snowpaw shouted in happiness, leaping onto his dad. Gingerstep purred loudly, rubbing his son before pulling away.
"Snowpaw, this is Firestar, your anscestor." the former ThunderClan deputy gestured to the other cat with his tail.
Firestar dipped his head in respect. "I have been watching over you from afar Snowpaw. You remind me strongly of me when I was an apprentince."
"Erm...thanks." the apprentince meowed, unsure of how to act with the strange cat.
"I can sense you have many questions." Gingerstep meowed, look his son in the eyes. "Not even StarClan are sure of it all but we can tell you two important things."
"Are you going to tell me what Paradise is?" his son asked. "I think I heard of the word before and it whenever I think of it I have a strange desire to find it."
"Paradise is a realm untouched by Twolegs or any other form of darkness. Wolves are supposed to be the only ones that can open Paradise but a cat would be born that would lead the remainder of all five Clans to Paradise before the end of the world." Gingerstep explained.
"And I am that cat?" Snowpaw asked. Gingerstep nodded quietly.
"I have been to SkyClan only once but I still remember the way vividly." Firestar spoke up."First you must find the moutains the once belonged to the Tribe of Rushing Water and cross them. The Twolegs have destroyed the Tribe long ago and only thier moutain remains. Once on the other side you'll find the old forest, follow the dry riverbend south and you'll come across SkyClan's northern border."
"But be warned my son." the other tom warned. "The Twolegs have long since advanced and are more of a threat than ever before. Other cats are also aware of the prophecy and will be hunting you at all times. The wolves are your allies; they will help you."
Snowpaw blinked open his eyes; he was back at the Moonpool. He turned and pelted back to LostClan's hiding place; eager to tell his Clanmates about where SkyClan was.
Far atop from a pine tree Jagura watched the white tom with narrowed eyes. "Paradise will soom be ours White Cat and it'll all be your fault.
Ooh a cliffie!