Snowheart stumbled blearily into the clearing, all her joints aching. She was weak, starving, and utterly exhausted. Her long white fur was plastered with mud and blood, and it was matted from the many days of neglected grooming. Her ears lay flat, and her tail drooped, dragging along on the frozen forest floor. From the looks of her, you could tell that she was starving and tired beyond comparison. She'd been exiled. Snowheart felt like giving up. Her paws slipped and slid across muddy patches of ice, but she had no strength to help herself. She felt herself falling, and she could do nothing about it. She let out a hoarse whisper, her throat dry. "Starclan, let it be quick." But the starry cats had other things in mind for her. Snowheart's pelt suddenly became soaking wet. She rejoiced with a gleeful, kit like cry. She submerged herself in the cool, clean water, letting it wash over her. She laughed and drank until she thought she'd never be thirsty again. She scrubbed herself until her fur was gleaming white again. The water still stayed cool and clean as ever. " thank you, starclan!" She shouted to the stars. She began to wash some more, still in the pools. And as she washed the slime and grime of herself, she washed away the painful memories. She forgot about all the rouges attacking her. She forgot about her little kit's plaintive mews, begging her to come back. She forgot about all the hungry, thirsty days where she couldn't get a wink of sleep. But mostly, she forgot about the harshness in her leader's voice, telling her to get lost. With the painful memories washed away, Snowheart felt as though she had a clean slate; a second chance. She felt more wonderful than she had in moons. With a contented sigh, she fell asleep, right there in the pool.

"Where am I?" Snowheart wondered. She stared in amazement at the beautiful, starry landscape. It looked exactly like the forest she was in, but... Different. More clean and polished, unlike the rough, rugged edges she was used to. "Hello!" A voice called across the star-lit clearing. Snowheart jerked her head, and saw a starry red and black speckled tom. "Who are you?" Snowheart called. The cat shrugged. "My name is... Emberpool." Snowheart was confused. "I've never heard of  you..." The tom shrugged again. "Nobody really knows about me. I'm just Emberpool, the runaway medicine cat with wild dreams of magic that no one takes seriously." "Magic?" Snowheart asked skeptically. "What kind of magic?" Emberpool gestured with his tail. "Snowheart, all of this is magic. I might look like a Starclan cat, but I'm alive. I live at an old twoleg barn with many other rouges and loners. My magic allows me to walk in other's dreams, but only in the appearance of a Starclan cat." " I don't understand!" Snowheart wailed. "What is the meaning of this?!"  "Meet me tomorrow at the twoleg barn at sunhigh. I'll be waiting, Snowheart. And if you don't come, then, well," The tom faked slashing a claw across his throat. " Then it's lights out for you..."

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Snowheart jerked awake. Her fur was wet, but there was no sign of the pool she had come across the night before. But what was more disturbing than that ( that actually was very explainable ) was one thought that troubled her deeply from her dream.
"How did he know my name?"

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Hi guys!!!! Labs here! Sorry to any followers that were hoping for Pokemon, but I love me some warrior cats!! Sorry if you don't think this first chapter isn't very good, but I've only just begun writing it, so... Yeah. If you have any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, please comment below. If it is hate mail, please just don't. That's how it works around here, k? Anywhooo... Thanks for reading, and plz comment any
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