Hello everyone! Wow, another chappie already! I'm also working on a Warriors Fanfic about Tanglefoot's life :P

Be sure to check it out, it's called Tangled Brambles: Tanglefoot's story

R&R, and thanks for the ideas ;)

The cats had decided to take a rest, hunt, fill their bellies, and explore all the caves tomorrow. They found lots of moss hanging on damp rocks near a very narrow stream in the middle of the pine forests. It was damp, yes, but dried quickly.

Scarstorm woke in the lush, green pine forest. Beautiful, bright rays of sunlight dappled the ferns and grass, just breaking through the treetops. All she could hear was the soft wind. She walked aimlessly throught the forest, coming to some steaming pools of water. Hot springs. Around the pools were cliff-like rocks with grass and moss hanging on the side. She walked around the sides of the pool, coming to a cave.

She stepped in. The sides of the cave were sparkly, like sequins or diamonds. she looked at the walls and saw carvings, made by claws. They were pictures of birds; the eagle, a falcon, magpie, chaffinch, cardinal.

She looked over the pictures, gliding her claws along the shimmering rock. She came to the last picture, her paws touching it longer than the others. The blue jay. She ran her claws gently along the lines of the carving. It was as if she made them herself.

Out of nowhere, she found herself back in the pine forest. She was still dreaming.

Scarstorm closed her eyes, listening to the calls of the birds, until she could hear only one; the blue jay. She advanced towards the sound, swaying to it's melody. When she saw the graceful jay under a tree, she pounced, thanking StarClan for the prey. She sniffed around the body. For some reason, she did not want to eat it. Not because it was bad, it just didn't feel... right.

Again she was transported - this time to the Hot Springs. She looked into the steaming, bubbling water and it suddenly went calm until Scarstorm could see her own reflection. She had a blue jay feather lodged in the side of her neck, stuck in her fur. She didn't try to take it out, she felt it needed to be there; a necessity.

Scarstorm was back in the cave, in her moss nest, nestled beside her kits. "Good morning, FeatherClan." she breathed.

"We need to go to the Sparkling Cave." Scarstorm told the group. "What in StarClan is that?" said Daisypetal.

"How far is it?" Asked Brackentail.

"Not far, but we need to be soul-mated to our own birds, then get the feathers."

Brackentail eyed her. "Have you been into the catnip garden recently? what on earth do you mean?"

Scarstorm chuckled. "Come on, it's not far at all. And once you get your bird, you'll know what I mean."

Finally they arrived. Scarstorm led her kits into the cave; followed by the others. "Run your claws gently along the markings until you find your bird; you'll know what I mean when you find it." She ordered.

Scarstorm watched them for a few heartbeats, before she saw Owlkit pause in front of the eagle carving. "Woah..." he muttered. Then Whitepaw stopped in front of the dove, in awe. Brackentail got the falcon, Daisypetal got the Fawn, Autumnkit got the mockingbird, and Dawnkit got the magpie.

"Now it's time to get our feathers. You kits' can't go though, I'm sorry. You're just too young. Daisypetal will go back to camp with you."

The kits' tails drooped, and they walked back to camp with Daisypetal. "She can get her fathers tomorrow, she doesn't mind." said Brackentail.

Scarstorm led them into the pine forest. "Now close you eyes, and focus on the call of your bird. When you catch it, bring it back here."

They all went seperate directions. Scarstorm closed her eyes, letting her ears tune out the other birds' calls. At last she heard the blue jay. This was her bird, her soul. Somehow she felt that each blue jay had a little part of her own soul. She saw the bluejay, doing the same as she did in her dream. She carried it back to the 'meeting place'.

All the of the group had their birds. "Well... let's see... Whitepaw and Nettlepaw, since you're apprentices, you can have one feather. See just put it in like this-" she plucked a feather off the blue jay, and rubbed her neck on the feather until she could feel it lodge in her fur. The apprentices did the same. "Daisypetal and Brackentail, since your warriors, you can have two feathers. Do you know how to do it?"

They nodded, and soon after had their feathers in securely. Scarstorm thought up a little chart in her head.

Apprentice - 1 feather

Warrior - 2 feathers

Deputy - 3 feathers

Leader - 4 feathers

Medicine cat - 6 feathers

She led the group back to camp. "Time to explore the caves." she said.

Eek! Excited yet? I sure am! I can't wait to write the next chappie ^-^

Fun Fact: Owlfeather was supposed to live, and become Owlstar, leader of FeatherClan.

Spoiler Alert: The Sparkling Cave becomes the place leaders and medicine cats use to contact StarClan. (Like the Moonstone/pool)