Oh my StarClan, sorrryyy!!! I haven't been in the mood in writing HP, but I knew I had to update some time. I had writer's block on this chapter, so it sucks balls. Please, please forgive me for making this all sucky!

Also, I had an idea of what Hollyleaf was gonna do, but when I began writing it, I FORGOT. *smacks forehead* How stupid of me! Well... please read and review this sucky chapter I spent so much time on!

Chapter Nine

STARCLAN

Role to Play

Hollyleaf's POV

I raced toward the direction of the Starstream, panting and gasping for breath. Here was my plan. Wait, I didn't have a plan. What am I doing? I'm supposed to do anything but run toward the Starstream like a mouse-brained fool. But something made my legs move forward to that direction. I bumped into Bluestar, who mewed, "Ah, Hollyleaf. I have been waiting for you." I guess I just got my answer. Glaring at the former ThunderClan leader, I demanded, "Why did you control my legs and made me run to the Starstream?" I glanced at the sparkly stream lying ahead of Bluestar and I. The blue-gray she-cat blinked, and then meowed calmly, "Hollyleaf, you have a role to play in the Power of Three. You weren't born just to believe that you are the Power of Three, go insane, and then die." I rolled my eyes at the insulting sentence. But what did she mean by 'role to play'?

"Well then, what is it?" Bluestar stared into my green eyes with her own piercing blue pair. "You can lead them in StarClan, Hollyleaf." I cocked my head. "I'm not alive anymore," I pointed out. "I can't reincarnate like Cinderpelt did. I didn't do any great deed. And I can't just jump into the living world like I'm alive again." Bluestar looked at me like I was mouse-brained. I suppose I was, after she mewed, "And that is why I have brought you to the Starstream." Oops. Yeah, I was mouse- brained, I guess. Finally I knew why she brought me here and said all that. But I was uncertain if it was right or not. "But— Bluestar, seriously?" She nodded. I took a deep breath. "Very well. See you, Bluestar." The blue-gray she-cat dipped her head, and I charged toward the Starstream. I already told you what the Starstream does, right? It can let you enter the living world as an illusion to certain cats.

Swiftly, I sprang upward and yowled, "Lionblaze, Jayfeather, Dovepaw, and Ivypaw!" I splashed into the stream. My yowl echoed as my felt a cool breeze blow against me. A streak of bright light flashed, blinding my eyes, and I was in the small grassy bush where Jayfeather had told the other three, I mean "two", about my prophecy in. They were still there. I glanced at them and meowed, "Hello, Power of Three." I didn't know why the words poured out of my mouth like that, but it did. StarClan controlled me again. How nice.

"H-Hollyleaf!" Lionblaze exclaimed. Dovepaw glanced up at me with bright green, admiring eyes. So did Ivypaw. Jayfeather stared at me with his blind blue eyes. Lionblaze gawked at me with a look of surprise. Typical Lionblaze. I nodded and mewed, "I see you have all figured out what you should do. Visit the Moonpool. The ancestors of StarClan will tell you what to do." Jayfeather shook his head and meowed, "But Hollyleaf, you can just tell us!" It was my turn to shake my head (forced by StarClan). "No, Jayfeather," I meowed. "I cannot spill the secrets to you, even if I am your sister and is of StarClan." Freaky me in StarClan form.

My brothers stared at me, and Whitewing's litter did the same. "However, I still have a role to play in the Power of Three," my eyes darkened. I don't know what I myself was saying. StarClan was doing something to me for sure. Role to play… what could that have meant? Still, I kept staring at the Power of Three. Lionblaze was gawking as he stuttered, "R-really, Hollyleaf? T-that's great!" Ivypaw beamed and meowed, "Cool! So, what are we supposed to do?"

Plain words slipped out of my mouth. "Look for the evil within the Clans," I instructed. "You can find it, I guarantee…" My voice trailed off and I faded away from them. What was happening anyways? StarClan got a pretty good hold of me, for they are always controlling me. But I guess I was pretty glad. StarClan made me say that I still had a role to play in the prophecy. That made me happy— what could be better? I'm still part of the Power of Three— in a way— and I was happy. I padded back to the nursery, but not before checking to see if Bluestar was there. Nope, she wasn't. I didn't mind.

Finally I reached the vast nursery. A small, fluffy silver shape padded to me on frail, little light brown paws. "Hollyleaf!" Larkkit grinned widely at me. I gave him a hasty lick as he mewled, "I've made friends with Mosskit! He's showing me these really cool things medicine cats do!" His bright, starry-yellow eyes glimmered joyfully. I smiled. What a sweet little kit. "Great," I purred. "Want to play with him now?" Laughing a twinkly laugh, Larkkit exclaimed, "I want to! But I promised Drainkit I'd listen to his stories when he first came to StarClan!" I grinned; this kit was definitely the star for making friends.

"Sure," I coed softly. "I'm willing to hear his stories, too. Let's go." We both approached a RiverClan queen, Greenflower, and three kits. All were beautiful kits— one, a stormy-gray tom with long, sweeping fur, a plumy tail, and shimmering misty-blue eyes; two, a short-haired light brown tabby she-kit with darker fuzzy stripes aligning her back and white outlining her hazy green gaze and a darker brown tail-tip; and lastly, a bright ginger tom-kit with dark ginger speckles across his pelt, dark, forest-green eyes, and a pale-grayish-white chest. Those three really look like that, seriously. They were beautiful! I knew the gray tom was Drainkit. Larkkit whispered to me happily, "The light brown cat is Hivekit. The ginger cat is Specklekit." I nodded. All the kits had special names fitting with their coloring.

Hivekit smiled and meowed, "Are you here to listen to Drainkit's boring stories?" I purred as the dark gray kit shot the she-kit an offended glare. "Yes, we are," I replied. "It must be very interesting." The ginger tom-kit deep green eyes shone as he scoffed, "Yeah, right! Hivekit fell asleep once when Drainkit told those stories!" Drainkit sniffed angrily and retorted, "No! That was because she was too tired from playing!" The she-kit rolled her white-outlined green eyes and meowed, "Your stories are just too boring." The kits continued to bicker on, and Larkkit gave me a somewhat confused look. I had to purr.

Maybe being a queen isn't bad. I got a role in StarClan now. But there are many things I'm not sure of. Roles. Do I still have a role to play in the prophecy? I hope so.

Yahoo! Hollyleaf has a role?

To be honest, I had more fun writing the kit part. Larkkit is so sweet! I also had fun describing Drainkit, Hivekit, and Specklekit. x3 Their colorings are so cool, eh?! xD I also like the name Hivekit and Drainkit. I spent some time on thinking of Hivekit's name! Drainkit's name just came out of my brain. And Specklekit... well, HE HAS SPECKLES!

Anyways, I hope you liked this sucking chapter. Review please!

~~Rainy