Chapter 5-
The cats passed without a word. There were three medicine cats as well as the leaders. They must be going to go talk to Starclan, Cloverkit thought. Cloverkit crept out from the shadows once the cats were far gone. Dapplekit followed.
"Cloverkit, we should go back." Dapplekit meowed. Cloverkit shook her head. She wanted to see Starclan. She wondered who their leader was and if they had any kits. Cloverkit stumbled up the rocks until she was at the top. At the top, Cloverkit noted that the leaders and medicine cats were already by the willow tree, all five were asleep except one, Dapplestar. Dapplestar touches her noses against the bark and fell asleep.
Cloverkit scrambled down the rocks quickly. The moon was right over them. Dapplekit had been following Cloverkit the who time. Cloverkit and Dapplekit curled together at the base of the tree and fell asleep. Suddenly, Cloverkit was falling. She was wide awake now. She scrambled to get a hold of something. She yowled in surprise as she hit the ground. Dapplekit fell next to her.
It was warm, and a little relaxing in the new place. The sky was still dark but Cloverkit could see a river running through a meadow with a beautiful forest. Cloverkit eyes shined in the amazing scene. Suddenly, several cats walk up to them.
"Greeting, kits." One of the cats was gray with white paws. Another cat was all gray with blue eyes. The last cat was a calico.
"Who are you?" Cloverkit asked.
"That is Whitefoot and Graypool. The calico is called Leafheart. They all died in the last moon." Dapplekit explained.
"Why have such young kits come to Starclan? I thought they weren't supposed to leave camp." Leafheart meowed.
"Leafheart was only a warrior for a day, but when he went on patrol, he found a squirrel and chased after it. He got hit by one of those ugly monsters." Dapplekit quickly explained about the confusion in Leafheart's voice.
"We, we are leaving." Cloverkit meowed. "There is no more left." Graypool sighed.
"Yes, there is no more. This day was going to come." Graypool meowed.
"Is this about Spiritheart's prophecy?" Whitefoot meowed.
"I don't know. Wait a second. Aren't you his lost daughter?" Graypool looked at Cloverkit with questioning eyes.
Cloverkit nodded. "We came to join today." Cloverkit meowed. "So this is Starclan? It is lovely here."
"Yes, it is lovely, but sometimes a sad place." Dapplekit meowed. "Good dead cats come here to help us. They guide our path."
"Is there a reason you speak to us?" Cloverkit meowed.
"Not tonight, but there will be many more reasons why we will visit you, Cloverkit."
"What about Dapplekit? She's my daughter."
"No, Whitefoot, Dustnose is my father." Dapplekit meowed.
"Your mother has yet to tell you the truth. It was forbidden love. A medicine cat falling in love with a warrior, a warrior from another clan. Where have I gone wrong?" Whitefoot lowered his head.
"It is okay now. Every cat makes mistakes. Trust me the medicine cat rules about love is always broken." Graypool meowed. "And the other rule is broken at least every 12 moons. You just followed your heart."
"And made the wrong decisions." Whitefoot meowed.
"So Whitefoot is my true father. Oh," Dapplekit lowered her body to the ground.
"You must go." Leafheart meowed. "If you don't want to get in trouble. The leaders will be waking up soon. Go now."
"Wait!" Both the kits yowled as everything faded away. Cloverkit woke up to confusion. Whitefoot was Dapplekit's father and Starclan will visit her again, but why? Dapplekit woke up.
"Whitefoot is my father." There was sadness in her eyes. "He is from another clan. He's from Mudclan, the clan Featherclan doesn't get along with. But how? He's a medicine cat!"
"Dapplekit? Cloverkit?" Cloverkit out a gasp as Feathertail woke up.
"Feathertail, we were just climbing and you passed by with the others and we got curious!" Cloverkit quickly explained. Dapplekit remained silent, her ears pressed flatly against her head.
"I admire your curiosity, but you must not stray too far from the clans."
Suddenly, Dapplekit spoke up. "Feathertail, do you know Whitefoot?"
"Yes, he was a good medicine cat. He was one of my best friends. He was mates with your mother, so he is your father. He died collecting herbs. That is all I know about him. Oh and the fact that he loved to mess around when he was your age."
"Oh," Dapplekit stood up. "I met him tonight. He seemed great."
"Well, come on we better get a move on. You need your rest. We leave tomorrow at sun high." Feathertail nudged Cloverkit to her paws. The three cats headed up and over the rocky hill. At the bottom, Feathertail curled around the kits under a ledge. Most cats were sleeping. Some stood awake, keeping guard. Cloverkit watched as the leaders and other medicine cats crept down the hill silently. Cloverkit fell asleep.