A/N: PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I LOVE REVIEWS SO MUCH THEY MAKE ME HAPPY! :D

P.S. Can someone PLEASE tell me how to do those LOVELY solid line breaks that kinda fade at the ends?... XD I STILL haven't figured it out yet... Halp...

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Icestrike felt his fur prick uncomfortably as yet another cat floated silently past him. They had been doing that for the past while, as if checking on him, but he didn't like it.

I can't leave my mother or sister... Dawn wouldn't be able to handle losing another kit, would she? She has Mudpelt now, right?

But Tawnypelt... I'd miss her so... She'd end up in StarClan, right? So I'd see her then... but... what if she gets another mate by then?!

Icestrike jumped as a younger looking cat halted in front of him, freezing air washing over him. "Yes?"

"Have you decided yet, Icestrike, Son of Scourge?"

"Yes! No! I don't know... maybe?" He hated this. "Can I ask you a question first?"

"Of course."

"Who are you? What do you call this place? Why am I here?"

"I am Protos, the First of the Star Dwellers. We call this place the Place Of No Stars. You are here because you belong to us. You started out not believing in StarClan, thinking instead of the tales of the Clans being simply made-up tales. Your father was the same, as was your mother for a long time. Thus, you belong to us."

Icestrike was takenaback. "W-What? I don't belong to you!"

"You do." Protos floated in place, calmly watching him.

"I have made my decision then. I am leaving, going back to my body. Blind or not, I am NOT leaving my family!"

"Of course. I shall summon the others-"

"Wait. What else am I here for?" Icestrike waited expectantly.

Protos looked about, whiskers twitching as if thinking hard. "We are in need of a... heir. The Star Dwellers are fading as we grow older, and we need a heir to carry us with them until we find a new place to draw energy from. We were drawing energy from the Moonstone, as StarClan calls it, until StarClan first came to us. They were much weaker then, but through cunning they managed to drive us off. The Moonstone is now no longer feeding us; it is now feeding StarClan."

"But... How will I, a mixed blood, carry an entire Clan away?!" Confused, Icestrike roughlylicked his chest fur that had fluffed up.

"In your soul. You are a strong young individual, and will be able to handle the pyschic weight."

Icestrike thought it over quickly. These cats... there's no telling what they'll do once they're out of... wherever this is... can I really trust them? But then again, I can't live with myself knowing I let an ENTIRE Clan die out when I could have saved them!

"I'll do it." He said tiredly.

"Good. Come."

Protos floated up and down happily, leading him to where everycat was gathered. They didn't ask any questions, but instead gathered in a circle around Icestrike. They stared at him eerily.

"Ummm..." Icestrike looked around. He blinked. His vision was getting blurry. The cats around him blurred, elongating and stretching as they slid toward him through the air. Their glowing eyes swirled about them, and then the first cat struck.

It was like being impaled on a sharp stick while have ShadowClan rake their claws through his brain as a monster was running him over, all at once.

He screamed, sinking his claws into the grass and dirt beneath him, tearing up great chunks. He could barelysee now, and the pain was almost too much for him to bear.

Suddenly, he heard Tawnypelt. "No! Icestrike! Stay with me, you can fight this!"

He pushed against the pain, and a few yowls from the Star Dwellers was heard. The pain grew sharper, and he stopped. But it still felt like it was stabbing through him. He tried to relax, accepting what was happening... The last cat plunged into him, and he fell unconscious.

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Dawnfeather slept beside Icestrike, sides rising and falling in tandem with her son's.

He kicked her side, and she grunted. "Mudpelt, if you're gonna do that again go-" She gasped, shooting upright.

"Cinderpelt!" She called, noting her son's face. It was grimaced in pain. He was literally trembling, as if in great pain.

The grey medecine cat hurried over, shock evident in her blue eyes. "Get some poppy seeds, Birdpaw!"

The black she-cat obeyed her mentor quickly, bringing the seeds right to her.

"Get him to eat these." Cinderpelt order, beginning to knead Icestrike's tense muscles expertly.

Dawnfeather blinked tears back and stuffed the seeds down his throat, wincing when he yowled with pain. He convulsed, claws unsheathing and deeply scratching Dawnfeather's side.

"Get back!" Cinderpelt yowled, leaping over Icestrike's flailing limbs. His yowls pierced the camp, and cats began to gather around the entrance. "Leave! All of you!" Cinderpelt screeched, ushering Tawnypelt inside.

"No!" Tawnypelt raced to his side, unmindful of the claws. "Icestrike! Stay with me, you can fight this!" She called, pressing against his side.

He went stiff, then limp. He sighed, opening his cloudy blue eyes. "Tawnypelt?" He collapsed into unconsciousness.

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A/N: Ahhh! Poor Icestrike! And what do you think of the Star Dwellers? Last chapter I didn't know what to calll them, so I brain-stormed while trying to fall asleep, then I was like, AHHA! I blinded myself by flicking my lamp on XD

May StarClan guide your path!