Moonstar's Dream

Fallenstar walked into the Medicine den. Well, really the den was inside a two leg place. But now that the two legs were gone that wasn't a problem.

Icepelt looked up when he walked in. "Sliverstripes isn't here." She informed Fallenstar.

Fallenstar smiled. "That's okay. I just came to make sure you were okay."

Icepelt's eyes lit up. "Well, obviously I'm not perfect right now. But I'm doing okay actually. Sliverstripes is a good healer."

Fallenstar nodded. "She is. And I'm glad you're okay."

"Fallenstar?" Fallenstar turned around. Sliverstripes was standing at the entrance with some herbs in her mouth. "Fallenstar, when do the medicine cats meet?"

Fallenstar thought about it. He knew the clans met on the full moon. That had been an easy one; it was the same time his group had met before it was a clan. But he didn't know when medicine cats met at moonpool. He sighed. "A medicine cat can travel where they like. You should go ask Stormstar about it." Sliverstripes nodded and left.

Stormstar knew the most of all of them. Know it all. Fallenstar thought. Stormstar had way of acting above it all because of his oh so wonderful knowledge. It annoyed Fallenstar.

Moonstar curled up in her den. It had been a long day in camp. It was no secret her clan had the least territory, Lightingstar had taken some by claiming the horse place, and Stormstar had claimed the territory around half bridge. So hunting was sometimes tough, but they still had at least a clan and a half worth of territory by the old clans' standards.

And of course, there were cats asking her about rules. She had such trouble remembering them all, and it was very embarrassing when Eclipsepelt or Blueblaze knew a rule she didn't.

Well, I'm letting that all go now. She thought. She fell to sleep. This was not to be a peaceful sleep though. When she lifted her head she realized she was in Starclan. The last time she was in Starclan she'd seen her brother Black, as well as several former Windclan cats. This time she saw no one. No . . . there's a tom. It wasn't a cat she recognized. "H-hello." She called out.

The tom turned around and walked to her. "Hello Moonstar. I know we've never met, my name is Jayfeather. And I'm from Thunderclan."

Oh, so that's why. Moonstar thought. Each former clan had worked with a different cat. Windclan had worked with Moonstar, and Thunderclan had worked with Stormstar. "So, why are you coming to me?"

Jayfeather looked amused. "Each clan might have focused on one cat, but Starclan works together. I'm here to talk about Smokekit."

Moonstar swallowed. "Yes?"

Jayfeather sighed. "I was blind in life. I thought I could be a warrior, but I was wrong. And I'm here so you can stop Smokekit from trying the same mistake. Maybe he should be a medicine cat."

Moonstar shuffled uncomfortably. "I think you should talk about Smokekit himself about this."
"I tried, but he's stubborn. He didn't listen."

Moonstar frowned. "If Smokekit listened to you, and still wants to be a warrior, I won't stop him."

"Moonstar! He's going to figure out he can't do at some point. You might as well save him some wasted time."

"Being a warrior is not a waste of time! Our medicine cat doesn't need an apprentice. I'm making him an apprentice."

Jayfeather bristled. "Fine. You'll figure out it's a mistake eventually." He walked away and Moonstar's dream went back to darkness. She slept in a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night.