Dovesong crept through the quiet sunset as she traveled to the Moonstone, there must be a new prophecy! I know there’s something about Jaggedfur that doesn’t add up. Dovesong knew the thought had to be right, no cat would have a deceiving eye like him. She quietly looked at the swirling, not peeping a word, only looking at the swirling waters. As she made it to the spot where the Moonpool was settled, Dovesong wasted no time lying down and touching her nose to the lake, falling asleep and going to see her ancestors within seconds of closing her eyes. As she woke up in the misty blue forest she looked around, then seeing Hazelwing and Featherstar come up to her. “What brings you to us dear?” Featherstar asked gently. “You know, there’s a new prophecy, isn’t there?” She said quickly, as Featherstar nodded in reply, “Indeed, Hazelwing will tell you.” Hazelwing stepped forward. “Let me tell you this before I tell you the newest prophecy,” Hazelwing took a breath, “I’m proud of you” Hazelwing smiled warmly before clearing her throat and saying the prophecy, “There is one amongst others, who may look like one but lies with another.” Hazelwing eyed her, “Your suspicions may be right, and I know whether they are or not, but that is for you to figure out,” Hazel wing looked at her before her father spoke again, “The fate of Thunderclan is in your paws Dove, you must figure it out,” As they began to fade away, Dovesong woke up beside the Moonpool, still having questions unanswered questions. The faint paw steps of Smokewing could be heard as she padded towards the moonpool with Ravenfoot padding along behind her. Smokewing noticed Dovesong but said nothing in order to not disturb the peace they’d reached. She lay down by the edge of the lake gently touching her nose to the clear water, closing her eyes, and drifting into sleep. Smokewing opened her eyes to a space full of her dead clanmates with noticing Starpaw, Treestar, Ravenpaw, Duckpaw, Harestorm, Stagclaw, Featherstar, and Owlpaw. Ravenpaw harshly glared at her, as Featherstar stepped fourth, “You.” He glared, “You a traitor, a murderer, and worst yet, you broke the warrior code more than 5 times in one day!” He hissed, then, Treestar padded up and sat down beside Featherstar and then began to speak. “When I came here to Starclan and met Featherstar, he told me EVERYTHING, and I am very, very! Disappointed in you! If I knew all that, and watched what you did from in Silverpelt, you wouldn’t have been deputy, or better yet, you wouldn’t be in my clan.” He glared at her, with no sympathy in his foggy and swirling blue eyes. “But-“ Smokewing began, “No buts!” Ravenpaw hissed, “I still had time left to live, a lot to exact! But you… Oh yes you ended it before it was supposed to end! I should be back at home but here I am, just a dead soul in Starclan!” she snapped. “Now now Ravenpaw, she isn’t well, actually she is but for the sake of right now she isn’t all that bad.” Treestar replied cooly, his words like a crisp breeze to Smokewing after all her scolding. “But, we banish you from Starclan,” other cats from many many moons before showed up, even the early settlers, watching as Smokewing disappeared and woke back up, then looking at Ravenfoot, “Why… Why did you just sit there and not help! You saw all that and only listened!” A tear streamed from her cheek as Dovesong rose from her hackles and padded over towards her, “What happened Smokewing?” She asked calmly, “I’m… I’m banished from Starclan…”
