"Where are my friends?"

[Aleen]

Patchpelt's ((Patchkit from WCv.2)) death:

Another rattling cough came from the young she-cat's open maw as she laid helpless in the medicine cat's den. She fought to stay conscious as the dreaded greencough ate away at her life. If she fell asleep now she might not ever wake up again. She did not want to die a thinning lump of fur, too weak to do an action as simple as moving her paw. Death should come in battle serving her Clan, or with old age after a long life aiding her Clanmates. Why must she die young from a cough that was continually grinding at her throat? And yet still this was the end, her last battle. A sad look came about her face. She had fought her best and now StarClan was calling her away from her physical body.

"Goodbye, my beloved WindClan." Patchpelt whispered before, with one last rattling breath, she was gone.



A tall blade of grass tickled the nose of an almost completely white she-cat, awaking her from the sleep she had been in since, as far as she could remember, the greencough had killed her. How long had that been? Did time even exist in StarClan? With a shake of her head, she forced her mind to clear. First of all, she needed someone to find someone, anyone. She was in desperate need of another cat's company. Preferable someone she knew or at least someone who had lived in WindClan. Standing up unsteadily, Patchpelt tried to decide what to do. I guess I'll just start walking until I meet someone, she thought with a sigh. And so, she started off through the grassy plain.

"Hello?" her voice rang loud and clear through the air as her once again strong muscles rippled under her black-patched pelt. "Is anyone here?"

[Katze]

After Blacknose had finished with the annoying Tigerpelt, he made way in the opposite direction of the tom. he could not believe, still, that the tom could feel that way about all other cats. While he was walking, he had no clue of where his trail would lead, so just Blacknose kept on going. No matter if the sun set into dusk, or if it would rise into dawn, he would be forever searching. He had no clue of what he was searching for, yet, but he figuerd, that once he saw it, he would know that that was the reason he had been walking.
In Blacknose's mind, StarClan's land was still a mystery to him and would always stay that way. The sky never changed color to his eyes, the wind never blew upwind or downwind nor to east, south, west, or even north. He was stuck in a hourglass with no sand, no air; not even life. StarClan was much different to him than that of the moor back in his origional home. The clouds of different shapes and sizes, even colors. were visible to him back then and the streaks of changing color in the sky always kept him on his toes.
Why? Blacknose thought sadly to himself, almost, in fact, whispering out loud to the silent still atmosphere, Why did I die for my Clan just to be sent to place that seemed only perfect back where my real hom belonged? Why?

[Aleen]

"Hello?" the she cat called out one last time before realizing her stupidity. StarClan was massive. What made her think for one moment that her voice would carry for more than a few fox lengths? She paused to hiss in frustration before continuing along her way, now silent. Everywhere she turned seemed to be exactly the same. The same tall blades of grass beneath her, the same cloudless sky above, the same still are about her, this is all Patchpelt knew of StarClan's lands. It had all seemed so wonderful in life, she thought sadly. Where had that feel of majesty gone? With a sigh, she stopped and closed her eyes, trying to block out her unchanging surroundings, even if only for a few heartbeats. Thoughts of her original home came swarming back to her: her warm nest where she slept surrounded by Clanmates, the sweet scent of her mother, the kind voice of Blacknose, a tom who had scolded her on many occasions but still was a supporting friend. It all seemed like a dream now, gone on a breeze, except that there was no breeze in StarClan.

A pang of sadness shot through her as she opened her amber optics. Would she ever see them again, or would she wander about forever? She had to find them! That familar feel of determination over took the sadness, prompting her to continue her search. Deciding to follow that determination, as she always had, the female warrior looked about her. A splotch of black entered her vision and hope began to well up inside her, stronger than it ever had before. More than when her life was being sucked away in the medicine cat's den and more than when she saw the lifeless body of a jet black cat laying in the camp's center. Breaking into a run, she let hope guide her paws to what just might be-

"Blacknose!"