Warriors: What Is There To Do?

Chapter 26- Bad Dreams

Heatherstar traveled silently through the forest, pausing only to glare without reason at the rest of the patrol ahead. Did Starclan really have to keep up the whole border patrol up? Sure, she used to be a kittypet, but even as she was chosen to be leader of Thunderclan, she had always thought border patrols were silly. But they ignored her.

Snakefang, the patrol leader, had a scowl dominating his features as he led the patrol of Thunderclan cats, more than she would ever be able to count, towards the giant clearing as big as the sky itself where they still held gatherings every once in a while when there was something important to discuss.

Flanked by her best friends, Silverleaf and Sunstrike, they made their way down long, winding paths that eventually intersected Riverclan's huge group of cats and they converged, blending into one thriving mass. Cloudmist, Woodsong, Flowriver, Creekwater, Waterfall, and even the grumpy old cat Streamblaze joined in. That was one thing that Heatherstar, even after being in Starclan for countless moons would never get used to: the clans were just names. They didn't fight, they didn't compete for food, relationships were allowed between clans; the newest generation of dead cats didn't even use their Clan titles anymore! It was all very confusing to her.

"Hey, did you hear what the Gathering is about?"

She didn't even bother trying to detect were the mew originated from in the smothering mass.

"Yea! Something about the cats down there being all mouse-brained and fighting over some cat!"

"What? What are we going to do to fix that?"

"I don't know! That's why we're all meeting, bird-brain!"

"I guess... what have you done with little Mistkit's attitude?"

Heatherstar refocused on one group of cats to the other, not really paying attention to any of them. All the new information she had found was the fact that it had been last-minute. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed and shivered against the cold breeze.

Okay, that was another thing she would never get used to: the weather was just as brutal, just as bottom-freezing, and just as annoyingly annoying as before, back when she was alive. Wasn't she supposed to have the freedom of always having it nice there?

Apparently no. The breeze continued to blow as they left the path, swarming like a pack of rats towards where the other cats, thriving and talking and being so incredibly LOUD, had been waiting.

Like so many others, Heatherstar had been woken from her sleep, (that she annoyingly still needed) and had decided to go back to it along with a pawful of others. They all huddled together; a Riverclan snuggled up to a Shadowclan cat and so forth, until they were a huge mass of fur and slowly rising chests.

"NO!"

Her violent awakening left the whole mass disgruntled and grumpy, the clearing now empty and dusty where millions of pawsteps had already traversed back to their nests in the forest, pines, and river.

Spotting a tom, as old looking as... well... old could get, staring at the sky, empty of stars. Since they were the stars themselves... the skies above were just empty and black.

"E-Excuse me, what was the outcome of the Gathering?"

The old tom turned to look at her with sightless eyes.

"They claimed that the differences between Riverclan and Shadowclan was nothing a little battle couldn't solve. They've already sent a dream to the Riverclan leader, but she hasn't seemed to do anything besides stir up the pond. The Shadowclan leader is probably having hers right now."

No... this couldn't be! Not right after the dream she just had! If a Starclan cat got a dream like she just did... great... great Starclan. They were in trouble.