Luna set her vole down on the pile of fresh-kill. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and padded over to a group of former leaders. Most of them still didn't accept her very well because she wasn't a warrior, but Streamstar and a few other cats spoke with her quite often.
"Greetings." She mewed self-consciously, her voice squeaking as if she was a kit. "I have come to ask the cats of Starclan."
"What is it?" Streamstar replied curiously, pushing through the leaders so she was right in front of the ginger she-cat.
"I was wondering about the Dark Forest." Luna explained.
"What about it?" A creamy brown tom growled. "No cats from there are welcome here. I know you went there and some cats may have tricked you into sympathy, but don't believe them."
"But, Leafwhisper seemed so truthful." Luna protested. "So did Cloudspot."
"What did they tell you?" He pressed.
"Leafwhisper killed her clanmate because she and other cats were fighting over leadership and she knew he would be bad for the clan and Cloudspot only killed Whitefoot because he was told to by Silvertail."
The tom hissed quietly to himself. "I love you Luna, but don't fall for their acts."
"It wasn't acting!" Luna insisted. "You of all cats should know that, Creamstar. Did you think I was acting when I asked to join Starclan?"
"No, but that was different." Creamstar meowed firmly. "Leafwhisper changes her story every time a cat goes to the Dark Forest to speak with someone there. Cloudspot does feel bad for what he's done, but he killed Whitefoot because he was mad about not being told the truth."
Luna closed her eyes and sat in silence for a few moments. The other leaders stayed where they were with their tails twitching uncomfortably.
"So there's nothing we can do then?" She asked her eyes still shut.
Creamstar nodded and then realized that she couldn't see him. "Nothing that we want to do."
Luna's eyes opened and flashed angrily. "I knew you wouldn't care about my family and their welfare."
"You are my mate, Luna." Creamstar sighed. "They have become my family too, but they don't belong in Starclan."
"I think we should call a gathering of all the cats in Starclan and ask them what we should do." Luna spat. Creamstar looked around at the other leaders and when they all shrugged he nodded agreeably. "Fine, but don't get mad if things don't work out the way you want."
Many cats began to surround the once small group of cats.
"How did they get here so fast?" Luna whispered.
"You get a feeling that you need to be here when we call a gathering." Creamstar replied smugly. Luna rolled her eyes and shouldered him playfully. A large she-cat announced to the new cats what was going on and motioned for Luna to make an announcement. The ginger she-cat shuffled her feet uncomfortably, but joined the former leader in front of all the cats.
"Cats of Starclan." She began. "I believe my grandson does not belong in the Dark Forest and I think we should reevaluate putting some of the cats there."
"No way!" Some cat yowled. "They were put there because they belong there."
Multiple other cats meowed their approval of the cat's speech. Luna's ears drooped in defeat and Creamstar licked her shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sorry." He murmured. "Starclan have spoken."