Alright, in the last chapter there was this amazing, unforgettable, confusing, intense cliffie... Okay, there was this cliffie, and I bet you were all upset that you didn't get to know what happened, but we all know that I can't resist writing another chapter. I'm attached to this story and no one can tear me from it. (unless I get banned from the computer or something... but that doesn't count)

Reviews:

Moonheart37327- Thank you for reviewing. I'm glad you liked it so far. And I am undecided on whether or not to reveal what Evia discovered while in that tree. You'll have to read on to see what I decided.

Writtensofine67- Hopefully the upcoming chapters will save you from the pit of darkness. If you have questions, just ask so I know what the readers are looking for. It really does help me write, believe it or not. I'm glad you like it so far.

Ju-Bleu1206- Thank you for reminding me about Kestralpaw. I can't look it up because my book has disappeared, so I have to ask you guys for help. I totally forgot about Kestralpaw. I'll change that. And thank you for the compliment. (I should add that in the summary. This story is really nice and awesome.)

Recognition(s):

Okay, because I am extremely forgetful (I know, this is getting annoying, I am sorry for being a hassle, honest, but this just occured to me) I have to recognize two people who have come back again and again to review my story and make my day. Thanks Books to the Ceiling and Nightclaw.

I'm done with all that fluffiness. Back to the action.

Evia's POV

I shook my head at the tiny realization I had for the umpteenth time as I settled down in my bush again. It was funny how no other cat could smell me. I wasn't sure what made Jay sense me when others didn't. It just wouldn't click in my head like that kit and Jay had earlier.

Still, I couldn't think now. I was tired after a day of exploring through the trees. My paws still felt the rough texture of bark as I curled into a tight ball, gently placing my feathery tail on my nose and resting my head in my paws. My blue eye and my gray eye fluttered momentarily before they closed. The dream world always fascinated me, and as I started the journey to the land of the moon, I felt the oddest feeling overcome me. It was powerful, and it was strong. My shoulders were not ready for such a weight.

A longing for vengeance and the urge to cry out in pain.

Jaypaw's POV

Everything happened extremely fast. One moment I was settling by the Moonpool, and then I was here. I was pretty sure Leafpool had never mentioned anything like this happening.

The Moonpool was tainted with blood, and the stars were gone from sight. Growls, hisses, caterwauls, and screeches of agony filled the air as starry cats fought.

But this was not what confused me.

It was what they were fighting.

These cats were practically unreal. Though they looked like any cat on the outside, one could tell. They gave off a dim, dark glow, and their pelts reeked of blood, rage and disease. The cats basically had a bubble of pain and death surrounding them. Once a StarClan cat got in that bubble, the other cat, the cruel cat, brutally killed them.

Yes.

I mean killed. I was unsure of how such a thing was possible, but for once, reality seemed more impossible than ever before. Where would a cat go, if it was already dead, and yet a cruel cat killed it?

I wasn't even sure I wanted to know the answer to that.

Beside me were familiar cats, friendly cats, and equally confused cats. Leafpool stiffened, shaking her head, closing her eyes, and muttering 'no' over and over again. Littlecloud observed the battle with keen eyes, fur bristling as he unsheathed his claws and got into a defensive crouch. Barkface stood by Leafpool, looking confused as his older eyes took it all in. He was almost as frozen as Leafpool.

But this wasn't the weirdest thing.

Mothwing was here. In StarClan's world. Dreaming with us. I knew the story. Mothwing didn't believe in StarClan, but if she didn't believe in StarClan, how did she get here?

One thing was for sure, she was regretting her first actual visit to the Moonpool. Her eyes were wide, golden ears pressed flat against her head as she backed away, towards Leafpool. At least Mothwing finally realized just how real StarClan was, even if they were weak. Mothwing looked aghast, scared, and yet her eyes held none of that. It held astonishment and wonder, because before she could reach that stage of shock, she had to first take in StarClan, even as they fought and perished to an unknown place.

Then there was Willowshine, who stood closest to me. Willowshine looked the most pained as she looked around, for Willowshine was truly dedicated to her work. I had never met a medicine cat with such love for what she did. Ever. Which was odd, seeing as her mentor, when she had taught her, hadn't believed in our ancestors. Still, Willowshine was standing there, alert and worried, yet angry and vengeful, as she turned frantically, trying to figure out what she could do. But what could we do? This wasn't what I thought it would be. When Spottedleaf said StarClan wasn't ready for visitors, I had never known... That's when it hit me like a heavy stone. Of course StarClan had borders. They didn't roam all the skies. Otherwise they would've overtaken the Tribe of Endless Hunting, and it was obvious they still lived. Of course they were like any normal clan with borders, except they were a large one.

I was the only one really moving in the group of scared medicine cats huddled together. I stood and cautiously walked towards the bloody battle. Leafpool's eyes were open now, and the moment she spotted me she opened her mouth to yowl, but I put my tail to my muzzle for silence. Leafpool shook her head vigorously at me, and it looked like she was going to charge, but I didn't worry about that. I whirled around and slunk closer to the cruel cats.

When I was within range of them, it was obvious something was up. They were all shouting odd words at each other, some I was pretty sure did not exist.

Who were they?

All my dreams came down on me at once as I slowly travelled around the fight. All my dreams consisting of fire and smoke, ash and heat. Some of the cats smelled exactly like that, and it looked like their fur was burned, and you could see the faint outlines of flames.

I couldn't breathe. This wasn't right. Could such ancestors even exist?

I shook my head. What else could explain it? I breathed again, inhaling deeply, blessing my lungs. I slowly slunk around the edge of the battle, being cautious. I was hoping I wasn't going to get caught, but my hopes were betrayed.

"Jaypaw!" a voice hissed. I stiffened. At least I knew it was a friend. The cruel cats did not know my name. I whirled and found myself face to face with a beautiful silver she-cat.

"Who..?"

"There is no time. You must come with me," the blue-eyed cat insisted.

I shook my head. "What of the other medicine cats?"

"Since when have you cared for them? As I remember it, you cared for no one but your family, and even they seem to aggrivate you these day," the StarClanner pointed out.

I gave a soft hiss. How dare she accuse me of such. Then a small voice echoed inside me. It was true in a way. I had a reason to hate every cat, whether pathetic or explanitory. "But I... What of Mothwing and Willowshine?"

"So just RiverClan, then? You don't care about Leafpool, your kin, at all," she decided.

"What? Wait. NO!" I insisted. "But Mothwing doesn't believe in StarClan. And Willowshine. She looked as if she was going to kill those cruel cats. What are we..."

"They will remember nothing of this dream. We will make sure of that," the she-cat assured me.

I shook my head vigorously, not wanting to hear her say that. "Not remember? What do you plan on doing with seven clueless medicine cats?"

"Five, Jaypaw."

"That's right. I don't have my name yet, and neither does Kestrelpaw," I spat.

"That's not what I meant. You will remember this."

"What? But..."

"There will be three, kin of your kin, that hold the power of the stars in their paws. Remember, Jaypaw? If we are to fail in this, there will be three. StarClan is falling apart, Jaypaw. I know that, no matter what the others say. I can't watch Thunderclan fail because of us, suffer because we did not make the right decisions. You must tell Lionblaze and Hollyleaf," she instructed.

I scented her quickly, ignoring the reek of blood that reached me from the battle. We had unconciously padded away from it all.

"Wait a minute.. What about Mothwing? Surely she believes in you now." The cat nodded.

"She'll remember enough to keep her believing."

"And what's going to happen when the medicine cats wake up and don't remember dreaming about anything?"

The cat paused for a minute. "True. Will have to fill their memory with a dream of some sort," she finally meowed.

"Yeah. Okay. Sure. But ThunderClan won't... You smell of RiverClan, though," I retorted.

The blue-eyed she-cat gave me a fierce look. "What does it matter. I have to watch over them. Do you not realize the problem, here?"

I scowled. "Fine. So I'll remember. They won't. But besides the prophecy, what is going on? What do you want me to do?"

"She needs you, Jaypaw. She's a flower, Jaypaw. Tiny and delicate. She needs you," the cat meowed.

"Who...?"

But an approaching shadow made me stop short. It gave off a dark glow, and had bright gray eyes, identicle to the gray eye I had seen in the bush, though nothing like the blue. Like the eyes in my dream. The fire and the juniper bush. I stifffened.

It was a cruel cat.

"Blue gaze!"

Was that the cat's name? Bluegaze?

Why did a cruel cat know?

I eyed her warily. She had uneven fur that was a blue-gray color, and she had long legs and a feathery tail, as well as pricked ears. Her ribs were showing, and the she-cat sported a nasty looking cut running across her belly. I could tell it was fresh, but I was pretty sure it was from her past life, not from the battle. Her eyes were cruel, her voice hard and cold, and she seemed easily irritated.

"I know, Aiyra," Bluegaze meowed hurriedly, turning back to me. "Hurry up, Jaypaw. You must come! Now!"

My paws suddenly felt unsteady, but I stood firm. "You're all weak. Why should I take orders from you? StarClan hold no power over me."

"Maybe not," the cat called Aiyra began. "But we can't let her die."

I flicked my ears. "Let who die? What is going on?" Why didn't I know any of this? I could walk in cat's dreams, and yet it seemed like I was back in my kit days. I knew nothing.

Then again, these days it seemed like every day I became more of a kit than a medicine cat.

"The Lost One seeks revenge very soon. She may not come near here, but her blood will run cold with that of another, and she will die, if not stopped," another meow called out. It was another cruel cat, one with uneven fur like Aiyra. He, however, was black. Still, they shared the same eyes almost. The tom's were more on the yellow gray.

Still, his words were stuck in my head. What had he called the cat?

Lost One?

"What do you expect me to do about it?" I hissed. "I'm blind remember. It's the only reason I'm stuck here worshiping weak, dead cats! The same cats who tell me not to use my power."

"You've returned," Bluegaze mewed sadly.

"I've been here the whole time," I reminded her.

"Another you was brought out with the "strange" cats, but our words infuriate you," Aiyra explained curtly.

I growled. "Maybe I want to leave here. For good. Maybe it's all finally coming back to me. My decisions."

"What decisions?" the black cat asked.

My growl grew lower. "What do I have to do?" I finally inquired.

The tom chuckled as he walked towards me. "Keer," Bluegaze warned softly. Keer must've been the newest cat.

"He's doing nothing wrong. But Jaypaw has taken too long. We'll speak later, youngling," Aiyra mumbled, the last part obviously to me. I barely paid attention, though. The tom was coming way to close for my liking. The bubble around the cruel cats...

"Wake up, blind one," Keer ordered.

I rolled my eyes. "And how do you suggest I do that?"

Keer charged me, and I gasped as his head hit my chest, sending me sprawling. I gave a yowl as I fell and entered blackness. The cries of the battle were drowned out by my yowl, and eventually, I could feel my bones breaking, pure agony overtaking me as I finally landed in the middle of nothing.

Then I woke up. But not on land.

In water. In water with sightless eyes.

I gave a yelp, attempting to get free of the Moonpool. I hated water. Ever since that day when I saved the kits with Heatherpaw and my littermates, I didn't even enjoy the feel of the Moonpool.

My paws hit earth, and I blindly flung myself back on land, my sides heaving. That was unlike any dream I had ever had by the pool. But that wasn't the worst.

The other medicine cats had not awakened.

Shaking, I padded away without a second thought. They'd wake up soon, no doubt. Still, I had gathered some information tonight. StarClan was fighting a war. The three with the power of the stars in their paws were about to take over. I was sure of that. I would pay little attention to the other three cats. Silverstream and the odd-named ones were all as mad as elders.

Still, I couldn't head back to camp yet, and it seemed my paws knew that. I found myself far away from camp, near something that smelled...

Like juniper bushes.

Was I ready?

Quay's POV

"Kill you?" Roary asked with a chuckle as I bit down onto the squirrel.

I spat out my meal and glared at him. He didn't get it. "I'm not kidding, Roary. You have no idea how cold she was. How angry." Did he not understand? Evia was furious.

"Evia? Angry? Hah! I don't think so," Roar cried, his voice booming and echoing through the forest. What a mousebrain!

I shook my creamy head. How could I make him understand the situation? "She's not who you once knew. Though I think we all could tell there was another her we didn't know."

Roary sat up, still chuckling. What was wrong with him? For once, I was pretty sure this wasn't a game. Something was up and I needed to find out how, but how I was supposed to do that was beyond me, especially with the fact that Roary was joking around thinking this was some sort of a contest.

"Watch and learn, Quay," he told me, standing up. "The game's just beginning."

So this was a game! I thought it over.

Maybe he was right. I was so tense about this. It was a game. Of course it was. I just couldn't imagine Evia angry. She was just in shock over the fire, I was sure of it now. Of course! How had I not seen it before! It was so obvious now that I thought about it. Then again... "But I'm not..."

"You'll be ready by the time I'm through with you, young one," Roary growled proudly, cuffing my ear. I flinched. Okay, lesson number one; Quay is not a kit. Okay? Okay. I blinked as he laughed, and then I joined him, our laughs consuming the forest.

"For Evia," I meowed, inhaling deeply and then exhaling.

There you go! The ninth chapter! I know I sort of rushed through it, but I wrote like... the next five chapters in my head while washing a car and I'm excited. My plans keep changing and I keep editing. My mind can't decide! So I apologize if this isn't making sense. It will later. Way later. I'm thinking this is going to become two stories instead of just one. And then I've already started planning the third book. This should be interesting.

Please review! I want to hear what you think. Oh, and check my profile. I put this up a while ago, but just as a reminder, I have a picture of Evia and a short, partially done bio for her if you want to check.

And yes, I have new charries!

New Charries:

1. Aiyra

2. Keer

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