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Now heres a bit of Dawnspirit for all of you faithful readers ^.^

Chapter 10

Dawnspirit padded along the grassy path, her paws making soft crunches as she crushed the glimmering dew drops. Her long grey pelt shone with a brilliant light, reflecting the silver moon. It hung in the sky, halfway full, signifying the trip to the moonpool.

Dawnspirit's cobalt eyes flicked this way and that in anxiousness as she approached the pool. The water was as crystal as ever, and the surface was calm, unchanged. The twinkling stars were reflected in it, and they shown with a beautiful fervor. However the presence of her ancestors did nothing to calm the young medicine cat's frazzled nerves, for she sensed a barrier between them, a wall which could not be torn down.

"Where are you, Starclan," she murmured, her voice dejected. "Why won't you answer?"

A faint rustling made her raise her head. Out of the bright green shrubbery stepped Irismoon, her violet eyes nervous and distrustful. Her gaze met Dawnspirit's, and she dipped her head in respect. "I'm sorry about Pebbletail," she mewed, padding over to the edge of the moonpool, and staring at the calm water with confusion. "It was a great loss to all of the clans."

"Thank you," Dawnspirit said quietly, blinking sadly. There was an awkward pause, the two she-cats never having really been alone together before. The wind whispered through the trees which sheltered the moonpool, and Dawnspirit was glad for her thick, long coat of fur.

Pawsteps caught her attention, and she smiled in faint relief as Lakewhisper and his apprentice Lilypaw entered the clearing, heading from the Riverclan border. His black paws looked as if he had stepped in mud during the journey, and his grey pelt reflected the moon just as Dawnspirit's did. Lilypaw trailed behind her mentor, her blue eyes shy.

Dawnspirit smiled and approached the two. Lakewhisper's eyes were questioning and he immediately asked the question he had been holding in for some time. "What in Starclan's name is going on in your clan?"

His bluntness surprised Dawnspirit and she took a step back, looking at the ground. "Things are changing," she muttered, her mind slipping back to the night before.

Dawnspirit bounded through the forest, eyes blurred with anger and grief. She was heading to Frogpaw's grave, where Blueflower had told her he had been buried. The apprentice's dead face still swam before her eyes and she shuddered as she ran.

She needed closure and she knew that visiting the grave would perhaps give her some. She raced below the light of the moon, and it seemed as if she ran from the stars, to escape the judgmental and watchful eyes of her ancestors, of old friends, and lost loved ones.

She sniffled sharply, hoping to control herself until she reached the grave, letting the cold wind beat her sides. She slowed down as she reached the stream which marked the spot. She took a deep breath and padded into view, only to freeze.

On the ground next to the tiny brook lay Frogpaw, his body limp and dead. Blueflower was curled up next to him, asleep. Her blueish grey fur was puffed up against the cold and she shivered every couple of seconds.

Dawnspirit slowly padded forward, her heart trembling at the sight of them. She said nothing, simply gazed at her friend, staying with her apprentice for the last time. "Crookedstar may be our leader," she mewed, a sad smile on her lips. "He may be able to take away our prey, our sleep, our time. But he will never take away our hope."

With a trembling sigh, she turned and began the slow walk back to the camp, her breath heaving with each step, her eyes now blurred with not anger but hope.

Dawnspirit shuddered and looked back Lakewhisper. "Everything is changing," she said, her voice softer then before. "I'd rather not talk about it."

The tom nodded, his eyes full of understanding. He turned as he spotted Dewpelt approaching the group of cats. Her eyes were wide, and she glanced around at the others nervously.

Irismoon narrowed her eyes in annoyance, distrustful as always of the Thunderclan medicine cat. "We're all here," she murmured. "Shall we start?"

Dawnspirit nodded and approached the moonpool, her heart pounding. Her lack of connection with Starclan recently left her afraid for what was to come in her dream. She watched the other medicine cats lean over and lap up tiny drops of the water, thirsty for a connection with their ancestors.

With a deep and fearful breath, Dawnspirit knelt down and licked up the crystal clear water. She trembled as the water coursed down her throat, and she slowly sank to the ground, her mind slipping away into dreams.

"He must never know that I told you!"

The voice was strong and fearful, holding a motherly affection which could not be stopped. Dawnspirit could feel the cold and the emptiness around her, and she trembled as she opened her eyes. She saw nothing. The unforgiving darkness surrounded her, and she opened her mouth, hoping to find a scent.

However the air too seemed empty, free of any burdens.

"For my kits sake, if he knows who she is, she will never be safe." The voice came again, this time more urgent and desperate.

"Who's there?" Dawnspirit called out, trying to see through the thick darkness which surrounded her. "What are you talking about?"

"Its a memory." The she-cat's voice was blunt. She had a deep brown pelt, and a slender yet strong body. Her eyes were a stunning gold which shimmered with wisdom beyond Starclan.

"Who are you?" Dawnspirit whispered.

"My name is Nina, however that won't mean anything to you." Nina stared intently back at Dawnspirit, her gaze firm and fearless. "I know who you are, I know you have the power to fix whats been done in Shadowclan."

Dawnspirit looked away, back at the haunting darkness, towards the voices in the background.

"My daughter will never know the horrors of the battlefield."

She shuddered, wondering who was speaking, and what the words meant. "How do you know who I am? You aren't in Starclan, how do you know whats going on in the clans?"

"I have connections with the clans. I have so much dangerous knowledge, the cats of Starclan do not dare defy me. They know that I could sway the entire fate of the clans."

"Thats what you're doing right now," Dawnspirit mewed quietly. "You're changing the fate of the clans. But why won't Starclan just help me?"

Nina nodded. "That is something which I cannot tell you, the time will come when that prophecy will come true, however it is not now."

Dawnspirit shook her head, frustration flowering up inside of her. The darkness continued to wrap around her, and she choked. "Why do you think I have the power to end what is going on in Shadowclan?"

"That won't work on me," Nina mewed, shaking her head. "You can't trick me, I know you have the knowledge to end Crookedstar's reign."

Dawnspirit glared at her stubbornly. "I don't know what you're talking about," she hissed, her teeth gritted.

Nina leaned forward, her eyes burning with empathy. "I know you're afraid," she whispered into Dawnspirit's ear. "But you have to trust yourself. You must trust yourself. Before it goes too far and death reigns upon the forest. For if that is the ending you choose, then I can promise you one thing."

Nina's expression was now cold, her fear apparent. "You will be the first one to die."

Wow, so the last part was a bit creepy...

Anyone like how much Nina is beginning to get involved with the clans?