A/N: Sorry you guys! I haven't been on for a while cause of mid-terms/studying. I'm back now though!
When Darkfoot woke up. he was in a land of darkness. "Who's there?" he called out, but there was no answer. Suddenly there was a flash of bright light, and he was sucked into a portal.
"Darkfoot" someone said teasingly. "Wake up!" He blinked open his eyes.
"Who-who are you?" He asked. Suddenly he realized he was in a twoleg body. "What the heck is going on? Why am I a twoleg?" he asked. His eyes stretched further open. "And why am I in a twoleg nest?" He whirled around. "And who are you?" He asked, starting to panic. "Where's Hazelbright? Wait... Am I dead?"
"Yes dear, you're dead." The strange twoleg answered. "But you have a choice to make. You could stay as a twoleg, but you would forget what it's like to be a warrior, or you can go to Starclan, but you will never know what it's like to be a twoleg." It should have been a no-brainer. Go to Starclan and watch over his clan. But Darkfoot hesitated.
"What would my name be if I was a twoleg?" He asked, not knowing what else to ask.
"Nico DiAngelo." The twoleg replied.
"And what's your name?" He asked.
"Hecate. Goddess of Magic, crossroads, and the mist." Darkfoot was intrigued. He loved being a warrior, but he wanted to try being a twoleg. He just had one more question.
"Will my spirit still be partially in Starclan? Like, will Flamelight be able to see me when he visit's Starclan?"
"Yes Nico -er- Darkfoot." Darkfoot instantly decided what he wanted to do. He would forget being a warrior.
"I want to be a twoleg." There was another flash of light.
Nico woke up in his bed in the Hades cabin. "Weird dream," he muttered to himself as he got out of bed.
