Yes, this story being my second, and about Feathertail from the view of WindClan cats, as well as Feathertail.
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The silvery gray StarClan she-cat padded through the luscious green forest in which StarClan resides. Her pelt shimmered as she ran flawlessly toward the pool where StarClan discussed the earthly Clans' matters. When her silver paws touched the ground near the pool, all of the StarClan cats' heads turned to her like the rustling in the trees nearby the pool. Self conscious, of their stares, Feathertail sat down beside Stonefur, her brother, Stormfur's mentor. Bluestar waited until the murmurs died down, and announced "Feathertail, StarClan have decided. You will return to the Clans below as a WindClan cat."
Feathertail was taken aback. This was truly an honor! The only cat to have been bestowed this honor before was Cinderpelt, and cats of all the Clans had respected and admired her. Feathertail, humbled, bowed down to the gray-blue warrior queen and rose, tail flicking.
"Bluestar, cats of StarClan, I am truly honored to be chosen to return to a past life, especially WindClan." Feathertail meowed, a slight catch in her voice. Bluestar purred amused. "Ah yes Feathertail. There was a reason we chose WindClan. You will have a chance to be reunited with Crowfeather." Feathertail looked away and replied "Well, Bluestar, I was watching when Breezepaw was made apprentice. I am proud of Crowfeather... and... and Nightcloud." She managed to croak out Crowfeather's mate neutrally, though part of her envied Nightcloud. She had wanted so to be with him, yet another destiny called to her. She shook away the thoughts as Bluestar and the other StarClan cats, especially Stonefur, chanted her name, as a Clan would for a new warrior, and wreathed her in light, until only a small smudge of her silvery gray pelt was visible.
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Crowfeather padded toward the nursery, a freshly-killed rabbit dangling from his jaws. By his side was Heatherpaw, his apprentice, who also carried a rabbit, though it was smaller than his. Three new Clan members, he thought as he pushed through the gorse bushes surrounding the nursery.
In the darkness, Crowfeather could barely make out the new mother's pelt, pale gray in the black background. Her name was Dawnstream, and she roused drowsily as Crowfeather entered. "Come to see the new Clan warriors?" she asked proudly, voice soft as the mewling kits searched for milk. Crowfeather dipped his head respectfully and dropped the rabbit. "Kestrelpaw told me to give you this rabbit to eat." he mewed, naming Barkface's apprentice. Dawnstream blinked gratefully at him and began to eat the delicious fresh-kill.
As she gulped down the rabbit in quick bites, Crowfeather asked her, not really paying attention to the kits, "Have you given them names yet?" Dawnstream nodded, and finished the rest of the rabbit before replying, "Yes. This one," She rested her tail on the dark brown tabby tom, "is Oakkit. He's the only tom. The small tortoiseshell is Swallowkit." She gestured at the smallest of the three. "And this," she mewed, placing a pale gray tail on the boldest kit, whose pelt shimmered like silver, even in the blackness, whose wise blue eyes seemed to bore into Crowfeather and open scars that had long ago healed, "is Featherkit."