Warriors: Omen of the Stars: Night Whispers (my version) Chapter 11

Chapter 11 (Dovepaw's point of view)

As soon as Dovepaw left the tunnel, following Jayfeather, she questioned him unrelentlessly. "Did you know about the tunnels before now? Why did you never tell me about them?" One more question fizzed on her tongue, but she was worried to ask it. "Who is Dove's Wing?"
Jayfeather turned to face her, his blind eyes glowing in the cold leaf-bare moonlight. "We've got to talk. Where is Lionblaze? Is he out?"
Dovepaw cast out her senses, first to the ThunderClan camp. In the warriors' den, a familiar golden pelt lay, asleep, snoring loudly. "He's sleeping," she said.
Jayfeather shrugged. "We can tell him later. But I've got to talk to you." He sat down under a bare holly bush, dead red holly berries crushing under his paws. Dovepaw sat down as well, facing the medicine cat.
"There was a time before the Clans came to be." Jayfeather said. Dovepaw felt as though she had been drenched in freezing water. "Even before StarClan."
"What!" Dovepaw cried, jumping to her paws. "I don't believe you!" But a little bit of her did believe what Jayfeather was saying. Nothing could have been for ever.
Jayfeather spoke sadly. "Even a StarClan cat eventually fades away forever, into nothingness." Dovepaw felt defeated. "Who am I? Who are you?" she asked softly, knowing the answer would be life-changing.
This time, Jayfeather sounded ancient. "Jay's Wing and Dove's Wing."
A sudden realization swept over Dovepaw. "We are from before StarClan." she said. "We are the ancients. But, then, who is Lionblaze?"
Jayfeather shrugged. "I don't know. I've tried many times to figure him out, but I just don't know."
Dovepaw laughed. "You don't suppose his name could be Noisy Snorer, do you?"
"We've got to be serious about this." Jayfeather chided the gray apprentice. "We've got to find out what the prophecy means, before it's too late. I think we're here to save the Clans from the Dark Forest, but when? I don't think any cat knows, not even StarClan."
Dovepaw suddenly sounded distant. "The Great Battle is coming, and no cat but us can stop it."

A sleepy Dovepaw strode out of the apprentices' den and into the pale leaf-bare morning. "New-leaf is soon," she yawned. "I can smell the plants readying to burst out." Even the cold morning felt a little warmer. The cool breeze that blew through the camp even had scents of warmth on it.
"Good morning, Dovepaw." Firestar padded by on his way to the fresh-kill pile. "Can I speak with you?"
Dovepaw dipped her head to him. "Of course. Do you want me to get Lionblaze or Jay's -" She had almost said Jay's Wing. "Or Jayfeather?"
"No. Just you." The ThunderClan leader replied.
"Come on, Dovepaw! Show us a battle move!" Cherrykit squeaked. She leaped clumsily onto Dovepaw's twitching tail tip. Dovepaw whirled around and playfully, carefully, knocked Cherrykit off her tail.
"Watch this, Dovepaw!" Molekit mewed. He crouched to the ground and stalked a small stone, his tail whisking from side-to-side.
"Keep your tail down!" Dovepaw said. The whisking stopped. Molekit tracked the stone across the clearing, until he was close enough to strike.
"Got ya!" Molekit pounced on the little rock. Dovepaw praised him with a "Very good," and padded toward Firestar's den.
The camp was beginning to stir. Mousefur, thin and weak, was laying on the halfrock with Purdy. Jayfeather came out of his den with a mouthful of leaves and trotted over to them. Mousefur is sick. Dovepaw thought. She could hear Mousefur's tired breathing and smell the sickness. Cherrykit and Molekit were playing in a small square of sunlight, jumping on each other's shadows. Sandstorm was leading a hunting patrol with Dustpelt, Thornclaw, Ivypaw, Cinderheart, and Leafpool. Dovepaw stopped. Something was wrong. She looked around. The camp was secure, the kits were playing, and the hunting patrol had left. But something was wrong. Casting out her senses, Dovepaw didn't see anything out of the ordinary, until she saw a giant ShadowClan patrol racing toward their camp at a tremendous speed.
"ShadowClan attack!" Dovepaw screeched. The whole Clan jumped to attention.
Daisy and Ferncloud gathered the kits into the nursery, and Jayfeather hurried Mousefur and Purdy into the elders' den. He raced back to his den, carrying the remainder of the shriveled leaves. Firestar bounded up the rockfall and yowled to the warriors and apprentices from Highledge,
"Birchfall, Spiderleg, Brambleclaw, Lionblaze, Dovepaw, Squirrelflight, Graystripe, and I will go and find out what ShadowClan wants. Half of the rest of you, come with us, but stay hidden in the brush. The other half will stay and guard the camp."
Dovepaw pounded out the thorn tunnel, with the other appointed cats right behind her. In the forest, Firestar took the lead, and ThunderClan raced through the forest. Feeling worried, Dovepaw wondered, Does StarClan want this battle to happen?