A/N: Even though I assume you stopped checking for story updates long ago, you still get your chapter. This is yours, DubJay! (whose old username was iEcho13) You wanted your OC's roommate to be Spottedleaf, so... yeah. But this chapter isn't actually about her specific death! Y'all will understand soon enough...

Just an FYI: THIS IS SUPER LONG, BUT NOT LONG ENOUGH TO SPLIT UP.

I haaaaaaaate having no roommate! My old one graduated, the lucky kitty, and now I'm all alone. I don't talk all that much in general, but that doesn't mean I like complete silence! I should be getting a new one today. Some cat named Spottedleaf. Hopefully, we'll become instant friends!

There's a knock at the door to the dorm. That must be her! "One moment!" I call out, and quickly clear off the other bed in the room. It was, until 5 seconds ago, covered in old records, terrible drawings, and other crap I've totally forgotten about. There. Now it doesn't look like a complete mess; only a little bit of a mess.

Spottedleaf's been waiting long enough. I open the door, and let her in. "Hi!" I say cheerfully. "I'm Wildblaze."

She nods slightly and smiles a little, but other than that there is no response. Something appears... odd... about that cat. She looks pale, almost ghostlike (but she's still so pretty! I'm a teensy bit jealous!), and seems to sparkle and glimmer a bit. Almost as if she was made of starlight.

"So, my texting ID is WildlyAwesome. If you ever need anything or want to talk, just send a quick message!" I mew, trying to make conversation. Spottedleaf is staring off into space, like she's in a trance.

Shaking her head like she's clearing it, Spottedleaf responds, "No, that's okay. I don't have a phone." Then she goes back to her thoughts. I wonder what's going on... probably just getting used to the new place. I remember when I first arrived here. I barely talked for, like, an entire WEEK! And she doesn't have a phone? Strict parents, I bet. I didn't get mine until just before I came to the Academy, and even then my mother was reluctant!

"Class starts in a few minutes. What's your first period lesson?" I ask. Spottedleaf can't be late on her first day!

"Oh, math." She says. "Who teaches that class again?"

"Bluestar." I respond. "She's not all that bad, for a math teacher."

Spottedleaf stiffens a little. "B-bluestar?" She whispers. Huh? Perhaps she knew a cat with a similar name. Hm. But a moment later, she's back to normal. Well, back to the way she was before I mentioned my teacher. Normal is probably the last word I'd use to describe this cat.

"Hey," Spottedleaf mews, suddenly talking a lot louder. "Do you by any chance know a cat named Firestar?"

"Yeah, almost everyone knows him." I reply absentmindedly. "If you wanna talk with him, he has math first hour with you. So do I, for that matter."

Maybe I imagined it, maybe not, but for half a moment a brilliant smile flashed across Spottedleaf's face. "I really need to talk to him, but not now. Tomorrow. I'll explain everything at lunch, swear to ho-" She pauses, stopping herself from saying something. "StarClan..."

I shrug off the slip up. She must be super nervous; maybe even more nervous than I was! "Look, unless you want to be late, we gotta get to math. C'mon."

I motion with my tail for Spottedleaf to follow me. We have about half a minute until class and, lucky for her, I know this school inside and out.

xXx

That was probably the longest wait until lunch ever. I just couldn't help but wonder about what was going on with my roommate all friggin' day. Math class: can't stop staring at her, trying to decipher what's going on. Social studies: doodling in my notebook little pictures of her with wings, a witch hat, devil horns, all of the most impossible things. Science: daydreaming about Jayfeather and Tigerclaw. Hey, don't you judge me! Honestly, a day cannot go by without those beautiful boys popping into my head once or twice.

And now I'm up to the present. Lunch. I usually don't like lunch, but now... oh my StarClan, I'm just obsessing. It's like, becoming a problem. I just need to know what the frig is so important that it can't wait until the day is over and we're back in our dorm for the night.

So all there is left to do is wait for Spottedleaf. Who I hope made her way around the school alright today. My first day was so confusing.

Ah, there she is. Waving her over with my paw, I smile at her.

Setting her tray down, she sends me a tiny grin. Her shimmery fur looks so pretty in the sun coming in from the windows. She'll be a tom magnet for sure. Surprising that no one is staring at her. Huh.

"Hello," She mews. "So, I suppose you've been debating all day on what I have to tell you. Correct?"

Known me for half a day, and it's like the cat can read my mind. Impressive! "Yeah, correct. You ready to spill now?"

Taking a deep breath, Spottedleaf nods. "I need your help. This will be quite a shock to you, but..." She pauses. Wow, she ends up doing that a lot. "I'm dead. I also need your help."

"Uh..."

"This isn't a joke, if that's what you're thinking. I truly am dead, and have been for a few moons now. I came here from StarClan. Please don't ask how; that story is for another day. But here's the deal."

"O... kay then..." Well, this escalated quickly... so my roommate is dead. And she came from StarClan. AND needs my help. At least I know why her fur is so shiny now! Yeah, I'm not gonna die for that fur, no matter how amazing it makes me look. But I do have one question... "Why me?"

"Alright, let me explain. You know Firestar well enough to be able to get him to talk to me. But you also aren't going to spill everything to him immediately after I tell you. You aren't a gossip girl, you're not alternative, most of the time. Plus, you're really, really nice. The ideal cat to help me!" She laughs nervously. "Er, and... you're sort of my descendant? Yeah, don't freak out. Siblings, enough has been said about this."

"Oh." I sort of get it... not really... but I won't make her repeat.

"Okay. I really need to tell Firestar something. He really needs to know. What it is I'm telling him will remain unknown for now, 'cause it could ruin everything. What I need your help with is this: try to get him to talk to me in the Academy's courtyard. It's essential that it's there. And, heh. There's a catch. No one can help you, because no one but you and, eventually Firestar, can see me."

"That explains why no one's been staring at your sparkly fur!" I sigh. Wait, I said that out loud... I hope that didn't seem rude!

Spottedleaf laughs a little, and smiles. "Yes, that is why no one has been staring at the starlight in my fur. Now please, can you help me?"

I can't leave her hanging like this, I can't! "Yes, I promise I'll do my best to help you!"

I can't mess this up. She's from StarClan. I know they can mess up my whole entire life, and maybe this is my chance at having a true friendship with someone who will stick with me through everything, and always be there. Even if she is, uh, dead. I can overlook that, right?

There goes the lunch bell. Four more classes, and then I'll talk to Firestar. He's walking past now, so what luck!

"Yo, Firestar! Can I talk to you?" OMS, did I really just do that? Where oh where has my shy persona gone?

"Yeah, what's up? I gotta get to class, so can ya make it quick?"

I nod, and just decide to get it over with. Suddenly, I can barely talk. Oh sure, now my personality decides to resurface?! Bluh. "Meet me in the courtyard after school. I can't tell you much, but it has to do with a cat named Spottedleaf."

He stiffens at the name. "I... I'll be there." He rushes off, a ghostly look on his face. Oh boy, I probably killed his hopes and dreams.

WildlyAwesome: Ohhhh no. I might have just killed Firestar's dreams. 3:

I hope Shimmersong and Silverheart answer me... they are some of my greatest friends.

ThatInvisibleGirl: OMS what happened?!

There's Shimmersong. Gosh, I can't tell her! Why did I do this!?

BrambleHeart: OMS what the heck happened!

And Silverheart! Argh, this was a bad idea.

WildlyAwesome: Tell y'all later, gotta run to class. I'm sorry, don't kill me! Meet me in my dorm tonight, and I'll explain best as I can. TTYL, my diamonds!

That'll be good for now. I hope!

xXx

"So, what about Spottedleaf?" I jump when Firestar says the words. I didn't even know he was here!

"She... she has something to tell you. Apparently it's super important, and she came from Sta-"

He stops me. "Impossible. No matter how much I wish it wasn't true, Spottedleaf is dead. Long gone, living happily in StarClan."

"But that's just it! She came down from StarClan to talk to you!" I plead. It's easy to tell he wants to leave right then and there, but I can't let him. "Please, believe me!"

Oh, come one! Spottedleaf, reveal yourself! He's about to give up!

"She's right, Firestar. You have no reason to doubt her. Please, listen to what I have to say."

Shock materializes on Firestar's face. "Oh my... are you real? This is a hoax, a lie!"

"It's no lie, love. There's something I must tell you, about Tigercl-"

"Tigerclaw?" I whisper. He's the first crush I ever had! I still like him a little.

Spottedleaf looks down, a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry, Wildblaze. You should leave now. It will spare your feelings."

I nod, and walk away. Could it be something good? Is it even a remote possibility? No, that's doubtful. Have I been blind to something? Probably. I can't let this go, not now. Spottedleaf will explain, right? Right?! Probably not.

I leave the two in peace. It's clear they need to talk. When I arrive at my dorm and open the door, my friends are already there, and greet me with a hug.

"Are you ready to talk?" Shimmersong whispers.

"Yes, but not about Firestar. That blew over. Now, it's Tigerclaw."

Silverheart nudges her head against me. "Go ahead, tell us all about it."

I don't know if I should... I look up, and wish for Spottedleaf to tell me yes or no. A starry figure shows up for only a second, and nods at me.

I take a deep breath, and rest my head on my paws. And then I tell them everything.

I'm so lucky. Because my friends believed me, and even sort of understood me. I may be without a roommate again, but at least my friends will always be here for me.