Warriors: Starfaith's Fate (SOB short story) (COMPLETE)

Chapter 11

When Starfaith awoke, she was mildly surprised to feel cold stone under her. But after a moment, she remembered everything about the previous night. I'm at the moonstone. She felt a warm body against her side and turned her head to look at her companion, her heart warming. And Dewstorm is with me.

The gray spotted tom's eyes were closed, his flank rising and falling softly. Starfaith gazed at him for a moment, then looked up at the hole in the roof of the cave, seeing pale blue sky. It's morning. 

She dropped her gaze to the moonstone and felt her mind fog with confusion as she remembered the strong urge she had felt last night to stay here. She couldn't recall having any dreams from StarClan. Nothing happened... But I was so sure... Strange... 

She watched Dewstorm as he slept, her tail still rested over his lower back. She felt warm and safe against him. I wish I could stay here with him longer. She thought sadly. But we need to get back to our camps. 

"Dewstorm..." She whispered and gently nudged his cheek with her nose. "Wake up."

The ShadowClan tom stirred against her and raised his head, blinking drowsily. "What is it?" He murmured.

"It's morning," Starfaith told him quietly. "We must return to our clans." She sat up.

Dewstorm yawned softly and pulled himself up before sitting on the stone floor beside her. "Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes growing worried. "Did StarClan share anything with you?"

She shook her head in disappointment. "No, they didn't," She murmured. "Nothing happened." She dropped her gaze, growing embarrassed. "I'm sorry, you didn't need to stay here."

He leaned closer and licked her cheek fur. "It's alright," He promised. "It was worth being able to spend the night with you."

Starfaith blinked at him warmly and leaned against him as she looked at her paws, deep in thought. "I don't understand," She admitted quietly. "StarClan wanted me to be here... I felt it. It was so strange."

"I don't know..." Dewstorm meowed thoughtfully. "I'm sure you were right. You're never wrong about StarClan." He hesitated. "You told me that StarClan wants us to be together. That it's the right path for us. What if we were meant to spend the night here together?"

She considered this and realized that it was very possible. "You could be right... But then why didn't you have the same feeling too?"

Dewstorm seemed stumped and didn't speak for a moment. "You're closer with StarClan than I am," He pointed out. "I mean, we both are, we're medicine cats. But you're special, Starfaith. Every cat knows that."

 "Perhaps..." Starfaith still felt unsure. But Dewstorm's explanation was better than any that she could think of. He might be right. Maybe StarClan wanted me and Dewstorm to be close. Our love means something to StarClan, or they wouldn't allow us to be together.

He touched his nose to her ear, sensing her uncertainty. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, sounding worried.

"I'm alright." Starfaith licked his shoulder. "We should get back to our own territories. Our clans need us."

"Yes." Dewstorm agreed quietly, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. She understood why. She felt the same way. We don't want to be away from each other. But we know that it's where we're supposed to be. Our clans need us.

They turned away from the moonstone and Starfaith stepped through the dark tunnel, aware of Dewstorm following close behind. When they emerged on the other side, she had to blink a few times to adjust to the light. The morning air was cool and refreshing, clouds blotting the pale sky.