As the sky began to turn indigo, the sky began to clear, stars shining brightly in the sky that lay above the camp. It was almost as if Skycloud and Mossclaw were with Mosspaw in SnowClan as he gazed at those stars. He wished they weren't dead.

            Mosspaw stayed up late, being one of the last cats to head into the den. In fact, he was the last apprentice in the den, and he carefully stepped over the sleeping apprentices as he got to his nest in the back of the den.

            It took Mosspaw awhile to fall asleep, but soon, his eyes got droopy, and he curled up slowly, falling into a deep sleep.

            Mosspaw dreamt he was in a starlit meadow, and he gazed around, hearing the trickle of a running creek, listening to the wind fly through the trees. He was in StarClan, no doubt.

            Mosspaw quietly walked around, wondering where all the other cats are. Usually there were other cats nearby. Why was he all alone in the glowing meadow?

            Mosspaw sniffed the air, watching as a squirrel scurried by. Mosspaw crouched down, ready to catch the squirrel, when he heard a mew behind him.

            The squirrel ran off, and when Mosspaw turned, he was face-to-face with a starry silver she-cat. He was gazing directly into the eyes of Skycloud.

            "M-Mother?"

            "Mosspaw, my you've grown a lot since you've come to SnowClan. Has it almost been a moon already since you arrived?" Skycloud asked, circling Mosspaw as she gazed at him.

            "Almost," Mosspaw spoke. "In a few sunrises, it'll mark a moon. I didn't think I grew that much."

            Skycloud laughed. "Well, you obviously did, Mosspaw."

            "Where's Mossclaw?"

            Skycloud stopped laughing. "He will not be here to witness this event, Mosspaw. There is something I must talk to you about, something that Mossclaw will not witness, but he will hear of."

            "What? Is it your kits?!" Mosspaw hissed. He stopped, realizing he was beginning to get angry at his mother.

            "I was surprised it took you so long to figure that out, actually," Skycloud spoke. "But that is something that we do not need to discuss right now, Mosspaw. There are more important things to discuss."

            "Like what?" Mosspaw asked.

            "You've discovered some about your past, right?" Skycloud asked.

            "I know about Petalnose, and how you raised her kits. I know about Smokestar and Cloudfur. I know about Cindertail and Ashclaw, and how they were Blacktail's kits. The only things I don't know are things that cats alive today would not know. I don't know much about you and Mossclaw, or about Blacktail. I don't really know about your parents and siblings. I don't know about how you raised Cindertail and Ashclaw."

            "I see," Skycloud spoke.

            "Will you tell me?" Mosspaw asked. 

            "Not now," Skycloud replied. "You will find out eventually. Now, Mosspaw, have you discovered the special thing you long for in SnowClan yet?"

            "The what?"

            Skycloud laughed. "That's what I thought. You obviously have not found it. You see, Mosspaw, we are placed in certain clans or forests or places for reasons. Many don't usually find out why until they are about your age, Mosspaw. They find out what they'll do for the clan, why they will stay. But you have not found that yet."

            "What do you mean?" Mosspaw asked.

            "I suppose you won't find it until all of your past is revealed. Mosspaw, you can find something special if you keep looking. If you continue to search, you can learn more about your past, and someone you thought of as dead....might be alive."

            "W-what?"

            "Keep searching, Mosspaw. Keep searching," Skycloud spoke, slowly fading from Mosspaw.

            "Wait?! How?! Where do I start?!"

            Mosspaw's eyes suddenly shot open. What was Skycloud talking about? Keep searching? Did she mean leave the clan? That's all Mosspaw could think of.

            And what did she mean by someone you thought of as dead might be alive? That could mean a million cats. Skycloud, Mossclaw, Petalnose, Ginger...Snakekit. Did she mean Snakekit?! Was Snakekit actually alive?!

            Excitement and hope flooded through Mosspaw. What if Snakekit was? What if his first love was still alive?

            And the past! Would his past be revealed to him if he continued his search. Oh, Mosspaw didn't know what to think. But he knew he had to leave! He had to find out if this was all true! He had to find the special thing that StarClan had spoken of.

            But then he stopped, thinking of Smokestar, Fernpaw. Would they miss him? Oh, Mosspaw would only be out for a few sunrises or so. He would be back before they knew it. Mosspaw had to promise himself this.

            Sighing, Mosspaw got up from his nest, crawling over the sleeping apprentices. He gazed at Fernpaw one last time. Their friendship really would end now... "Good-bye," he whispered.

            He then padded out of the den, walking slowly past the warriors den and leader's den. "Good-bye, Smokestar," he whispered, padding out into the woods.

            Mosspaw gazed around, knowing he had to head up northwest to fully get out of the forest. He had to be careful around FoxClan and NightClan territory. They would rip him to shreds if they found him.

            But what would cover his scent? Obviously his clan mates would be able to trace him!

            He looked, spotting some onion grass nearby. That would be perfect. Mosspaw laid down in the grass, beginning to roll around in it. Once he thought it covered up his scent good enough, he began to head out of the SnowClan territory into the FoxClan territory. If he kept on walking northwest, he wouldn't even step in the NightClan territory!

            He slowly padded through, hoping no nighttime patrol would catch him at all. Mosspaw's pure white pelt did not help much either, and he slowly creeped through the woods. Maybe if he raced across trees?

            No, Mosspaw really did hate trees. Ever since the fire and such that had killed his mother and Tooth, and the terrible journey he had made all night.

            He was relieved as he successfully got out of the FoxClan territory with no cat hearing or noticing him. Thank StarClan it wasn't leaf-bare. If it had been snowing, sure, Mosspaw would be camouflaged, but he'd leave pawprints.

            Now into free territory, he began to climb up the familiar hill that he had once climbed over only a moon before. No, he wasn't actually heading back towards the kittypet place, but instead, to the forest that they had been in before. That's where Mosspaw would go.

            Mosspaw turned, looking out into the forest from the hill. Was he really leaving? Yes, he had to. He had to find the special thing that Skycloud had told him about.

            "I'll be back real soon, SnowClan. I promise," he spoke, fading into the forest ahead.