-- "I dream of cats with stars in their fur"--

      "Hey its Maplepaw!"

     "Maplepaw's back!"

     "It's good to see your back."

     With all the cheerfull faces of Maplepaw's return to StarClan- her face seemed to grow a little more color in it. Feeling happy to such a warm welcome from her dead ansesters.

     "Welcome back Maplepaw." Tallstar meowed as he padded to the small apprentice. His eyes were alive, and he seemed happy here.

      "Greetings Tallstar." Maplepaw meowed dipping her head to the old WindClan leader. "Have you seen Seedfur around?" She asked as Tallstar shook his head.

      Maplepaw sighed in defeat, but didn't leave without a smile to the leader. Tallstar padded away to a group of WindClan cats purring as they growled with laughter.

      "Maplepaw! I heard you were here!" Tumbling down onto her was Gingerpaw. Her brown pelt was covered in a yellow slimy liquid.

      "Ew! What in StarClan's name do you have on your pelt Gingerpaw!?" Maplepaw meowed with anger in her voice as the apprentices rolled around with each other.

     The StarClan cats all laughed as Maplepaw and Gingerpaw went at it, but as soon as Bluestar came up to them they split.

     "How many times do I have to tell you Maplepaw? You shouldn't be here in the StarClan camp. It's not that we don't all love having you here. It's just that your time has not yet come to join us, and all us leaders think it is in your best intrest to leave StarClan for the time being." Bluestar meowed with a sad voice. Maplepaw could see how hard it was for her to say that. She knew no one wanted her gone, but she didn't know if she could leave.

      "Thank you for your concern Bluestar. The problem is just I don't know if I could bare to leave StarClan. I've become so attached to all of you. But because of this, I agree I should take a little break from StarClan. As long as I'm an apprentice, I think I should stay away from StarClan. Then, when I am old enough to make the decision of being with StarClan I will have a level and wise head." Maplepaw meowed dipping her head to Bluestar. Her words were wise indeed and all the cats of StarClan saw her as a wise and caring cat.

      "I don't see a problem in that. You should now sleep. Rest your eyes young one. We will all be waiting for you in StarClan." Bluestar meowed before Maplepaw meowed her last goodbyes. Making sure Firestar saw her leave. His eyes were filled with happiness for the young cat. He nodded his head as he watched her pelt fade away into the light.

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      Snow fell down onto ThunderClan. The rabbits and mice all inside their burrows, protecting themselves from the cold chill of leaf-bare.

      Shuddering in the medicine cat's den was Jayfeather. His old blind eyes saw more than most other cats had seen in his life time.
      Coughing, weezing, getting hotter every second. Wondering what was wrong with him now he though of all the possible sicknesses he could have. Whitecough is was possibility- but it couldn't be, his fever was too hot and he was coughing too much for that. Could he have eaten something?

      "Jayfeather, are you okay? You sound awful." Padding into the den was Silverwhisp. Her ears were perked up with worry as Jayfeather went on a coughing fit. "Do you think you caught whitecough?" Silverwhisp asked as she leaned on Jayfeather, feeling how hot his pelt was burning up. "Jayfeather! Your burning up!"

     Now burning with worry, Silverwhisp raced to the storage of herbs, trying to cool her head despite Jayfeather's sudden illness.

      "I- don't think - you can help me." Jayfeather meowed as he kept coughing. Blood had started to come from his mouth. Silverwhisp screeched in shock and horror as the old medicine cat panted in pain.

     "W-what's wrong with you!? Tell me! I can't just stand here and do noth-"

      "It's death disease." Jayfeather meowed as he shook down onto his bedding.

      "What's that! How do I treat it? Catnip? Feverfew? Coltsfoot? Tell me please I'm scared Jayfeather! The whole clan needs you!" Silverwhisp meowed clearly panicking as Jayfeather coughed taking no breaks to breathe.

       "You can't treat it Silverwhisp. You need to calm down. I need to know you can watch the clan when I'm gone, not freak out at every little thing!" Jayfeather spat angrily as his fever continued to rise and his coughing continued.

      "You mean. You're going to die? And there's nothing anyone can do about it?" Silverwhisp meowed in a whisper. Her face now filled with shock and greef.

      "Yes, now calm down you mousebrained kit!" Jayfeather spat, though he too, had a desire to go off the verge of sanity.

      "Dear StarClan help us."