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~Chapter 20~

A cold wind buffeted Weaselstar's fur. He dug his claws into the frozen ground, suddenly wondering how those two loners could be so cruel as to kick out a large group of cats in a storm like this. What were they even thinking?

He pictured Rina's cold eyes sweeping across the Clans. Weaselstar wondered how the kin of a cat who had been so gentle could be so cruel. Was it because of her mother? He shook his head as the thoughts came flooding through his mind. Nothing in life seemed simple anymore. Everything had gone down hill for him every since that terrible dream.

"Weaselstar, are you okay?" Specklefoot asked. Her eyes were filled with concern as she watched her father.

The ginger tom shook his head as he thought of her safety. "I'm fine," he muttered. "I was just thinking of how we could find shelter."

Suddenly Cinderstar stopped. Stormcloud bumped into her, and she whirled on the younger warrior. He crouched before her, suddenly looking afraid. "I think I know where we could stay," she meowed. "It will be cold, but it'll shelter us from the snow."

The Clans all stopped and listened to her. Their ears pricked with interest, Cinderstar began to explain. "The Moonstone," she explained. "It's sheltered there, and StarClan will be closer to us. I think it will be the only way to keep us warm."

Weaselstar's eyes widened in realization as he thought of what she said. She was right; it would make the perfect place for them to shelter, the leaders and medicine cats could share tongues with StarClan, and they could relax from the storm. And right now, he couldn't think of any other way to get out of the cold, blistery wind.

So they moved quickly towards the Highstones. The kits and apprentices stared at it in awe, and the younger cats did as well. Weaselstar remembered hearing stories of how leaders would take new warriors or apprentices to Highstones as a mark for their new name. In fact, it had been his own mother, Morningflower who told him that.

By the time they reached Mothermouth, the storm intensified. Weaselstar shivered as another blast of wind buffeted the Clans. Snow fell in great numbers; they were larger then the snow that had fallen last time.

The entrance was wide enough for four cats at once to get through. But once they were in the cavern itself, they could only move single file. So the queens, kits and elders went in first. Weaselstar watched as their bodies were swallowed by darkness.

When it was finally his turn, he slipped through, glancing back over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching. If they were found here, they could be trapped by the two loners. And if that happened, he wasn't sure what they could do to escape.

The damp, stale air made Weaselstar wrinkle his nose. He had only been in here once, and even then it had been for a desperate time. Tallstar had led him here because WindClan needed warriors desperately. The former leader had been so desperate that when Weaselstar had only received six moons of training, he made him a warrior right away.

"When will we get there?" squeaked Dovekit. Weaselstar couldn't make out her gray tabby pelt. The kits were well ahead of him, safe with their mothers. The rest of the cats had remained silent, on account of their fear and awe of the place.

"We're almost there," Whitewing promised.

Suddenly a pale light flooded the cave. Weaselstar's fur brushed against the wet walls, and a shiver went through him. But Cinderstar had been right: The cave was warmer and drier than it would have been had they sheltered outside.

He blinked several times when he saw what had illuminated the cave. It was a large, smooth stone that seemed to glow under the full moon. Normally at this time the Clans would have gone to a Gathering, but under these circumstances, things were different. Awe crept through Weaselstar's fur as he stared at the glowing stone.

"Wow!" Brownkit squeaked. Her bright blue eyes were gleaming as she stared at it.

"StarClan are with us," Rainshower, the ThunderClan medicine cat, murmured. Weaselstar looked at him curiously.

Rainshower had trained under the guidance of Jayfeather, ThunderClan's former medicine cat. Jayfeather had had a strange power about him that Weaselstar never understood. But he was also unusually close to StarClan, and for that reason, Weaselstar guessed that Rainshower gained the same ability.

"Lets share tongues with them," Woodtail meowed.

The four medicine cats nodded in agreement, and Locustpaw, Willowshine's apprentice, bounded forward enthusiastically. Weaselstar realized this would be her first meeting with StarClan. The young apprentice hadn't time to share tongues when she was back in the old territory.

Weaselstar and the other leaders followed their medicine cats movements. If anything, Weaselstar knew that it was important to share words with StarClan as soon as possible. Perhaps he could find out what that dream meant.

A shudder went through him as he touched his nose on the cold stone. Almost instantly, his body went limp and he slumped to the ground, sleep overwhelming him. And than, he was dreaming.

Tall trees surrounded Weaselstar. They were much different from the ones back in the lake. These trees were ancient looking; they looked older then the Clans themselves. Weaselstar drew in a deep breath as he padded forward. He was determined to meet his Clanmates, no matter what the cost.

"Greetings Weaselstar." The voice came from a she-cat. It sounded young and full of wisdom. But as Weaselstar's eyes adjusted to meet her, he gasped in surprise.

She was certainly young looking, but there was something different about this cat. She didn't look like a cat from StarClan. She looked like she was from someone elses ancestors.

"Who are you?" Weaselstar asked. He noticed that her tail was strangely detailed. It had silver dapples on it that seemed to glow brightly. But despite her good looks, the she-cat was obviously emaciated. Her ribs stuck out in places, and burrs covered part of her fur. An ear was torn part way, and her eyes glittered coldly.

"My name does not matter," the tabby replied coldly. "But...perhaps you have a right to know." She gazed up at him with icy cold eyes, and it sent a chill through Weaselstar's spine. "A danger is coming, like those kits said. I had intended on giving this dream to Cinderstar, but apparently it crossed your path instead."

Weaselstar's eyes widened in shock as he took in what she said. "You mean...you did this?" he gasped. "How could you put those kits through it?" he demanded, sliding his claws out as he thought of tearing them through her flesh.

The tabby's eyes gleamed as she witnessed Weaselstar's anger. "I was always fond of kits," she growled. "But my own son...murdered me." She spat the word murdered out.

"Why?" Weaselstar asked, suddenly feeling like a helpless kit under her anger.

"Because he was a fool and a traitor," the tabby spat in reply. "But enough of that." She raised her chin and calmed down. "You need to know exactly what this danger is."

The tabby padded over to a small dark pool that reminded Weaselstar of the Moonpool. Its waters rippled as her nose touched it, and Weaselstar let out a faint gasp.

Whitewater's kits were busy playing with each other, though one of them looked more serious then the other. Sapkit's eyes gleamed coldly as his sister Flowerkit pounced on his tail. There was something strangely familiar about him.

Than he remembered Morningflower's story of Brokenstar. The ShadowClan leader had dark amber eyes, and a broken tail. Sapkit's tail looked like it had some sort of kink in it. And his eyes were as dark as Brokenstar's.

"He's...He's Brokenstar," Weaselstar stammered.

The tabby let out a raspy purr as he looked up at her in shock. "You are a smart one," she replied with a flick of her lovely tail. "Perhaps there is hope for the Clans yet."

With that, she vanished. Weaselstar felt himself shivering as he stared at Sapkit. How could this have happened? Did StarClan not have control over the cats of the Dark Forest? He felt as though his whole world was beginning to turn upside down.