Twistedtail was in a moor.
Spongey grass rippled under her black paws and waved in the strong wind. When she looked ahead she was greeted by a sight of endless hills, lush and welcoming. She had never seen such a place before, but it felt familiar. She turned her green gaze upwards. A shimmering sea of bright stars greeted her. She never saw all those stars back at home, never so welcoming and so bright. They seemed to call out to her in their twinkles. And while she upwards at the lights, she heard a voice resonate in her head.
”The wind shall come back home, guided by the whispering of stars.”
And just as quick as the dream began, the ground underneath Twistedtail shattered and she fell into darkness.
Twistedtail woke up with a jolt. She was still in the cave with Darknose, which both relieved and upset her all at once. She and some of the remenants of what the stories called Windclan had somehow managed to find shelter in a cliffside next to a big expanse of water that they called the Sun Drown place, though it definitely wasn’t easy. No one knew how to fish, and the water was too salty to drink. Her own mother Branchtail was swept away by the tides while trying to get food for her, and her sister Heatherkit was carried off by a seagull when they were young. Everybody was starving. Her father Darknose, despite being elderly and sick, refused to eat so the kits could get food. Death was common and one could see it in the dead bodies that littered the sharp rocks below. She hated it all. She hated scraping out a living scrounging off of seagull scraps.
She was interrupted from her thoughts by the racking cough of Darknose. He had only been a kit when the clans dissolved, but maybe he knew a thing or two about her dreams. “Darknose? Wake up,” she murmured, tapping the dark to gently with her nose. He opened one bloodshot green eye. “What is it?” he rumbled. Twistedtail shifted so that she was laying next to the elder. “Well, I had a dream this night. I dreamed of a big, open moor that seemed to stretch on forever. I looked up and saw tons of stars up in the sky, and they said that the wind will return home, guided by the stars.”
Darknose’s exspression went from that of shock, to confusion, to sadness, to finally happiness. “I can’t believe it!” he purred, “for so long, I thought they abandoned us!” Twistedtail glanced curiously at her father. “Who?” “Starclan, my child! Now go and tell the rest of the clan, they need to know so you and them can leave this dreaded place.” “But what about you?” she asked. The tom beside her sadly shook his head. “I’m much too old, I can’t take a journey like that anymore. But don’t think about me, you need to tell them!” Twistedtail nodded in respect to his decision, before exiting the cave. She was still confused, but did as Darkface asked.
The midnight air outside was thick and wet, almost unbearable to the siamese tabby’s lungs. She quickly padded up a narrow goatpath to the top of the cliff, before jumping down to a large boulder jutting out of it’s side about halfway down. “Cats of Windclan! I have had a dream from... a dream from Starclan. They told me that we must follow the whispering stars to find our home, the Wind’s home. Now, who is with me?” she yowled. She never had to announce anything to the rag-tag group before, and she cursed silently that she sounded so awful in her speech. But what was done cannot be taken back, and all she could do is see if the other cats approve.
