Roaming Starclan

Drizzlefur, once a warrior of Riverclan, was lazing about in Fourtrees. The sun was shining and the forest was warm, the sounds of prey rustling in the bushes gently echoing in the empty clearing.
This was fantastic...
Drizzlefur, the gray she-cat with darker flecks and blue eyes, stretched happily. She sighed, thinking about the many generations of her descendants that ran around Starclan territory - perhaps she'd see Sprinklepelt today - maybe not, as he was a tom that loved to travel all the time.

Sprinklepelt had been Sprinklepaw when he first came here. Oh, how Drizzlefur had been devastated when he was taken from her by the claws of a Shadowclan warrior!
But Sprinklepaw had lived on with his ancestors, waiting for the day he could greet his mother, together again - he'd put off his naming ceremony for her so she would see him earn his warrior name.

It took many long seasons, but Drizzlefur's age finally caught up with her and she went peacefully in her sleep.
When she awoke, Sprinklepelt had been with her, purring happily and eager to tell her what he'd seen in his time as a Starclan cat.

Drizzlefur sighed happily once again, basking in the warm sunlight.

Brambleclaw, a large brown- tabby tom with deep amber eyes appeared.
His ears flickered as he saw the Riverclan warrior. He smiled gently and
sought to join her, padding over and mewing, "Greetings."

From the bushes, a gray-furred tom with glowing amber eyes watched. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he considered the gray she-cat attractive.
Of course, it was only the back of his mind. The tom sighed heavily and padded off, looking for something to hunt.

Drizzlefur nodded to the tom.
"Greetings to you, Brambleclaw. How goes it in the Oak Forest?" The Oak Forest was where Thunderclanners generally were seen - and even though Brambleclaw didn't know the she-cat, everyone had heard of him.

"Not much happens," Brambleclaw mewed, "Firestar still grieves for that day, Some are following his words. So were all falling apart ,even after fifty Summers." Brambleclaw looked solemnly around himself. "We cannot, rewrite the past." He had said almost to himself, "But it seems the past is re-writing its self for some."

"Then Firestar is a fool," Blackfoot padded out of the bushes. "What happened here in the waking world was years ago. The old mouse needs to get that through his thick ears, instead of dwelling on it like it was yesterday." He muttered under his breath, "And it would let some of us get some sleep around here."

Brambleclaw nodded although he didn't feel that Blackfoot was quite right.
They should have retreated like he had called out, instead Firestar refused.
It wasn't brave they were outnumbered and outmatched.
So He was never optimistic at the thought of it all. Brambleclaw nodded to them
both and padded off in the direction of the starry forest.