"Okay.." meowed Nightpaw, I hope he will actually be al right Eaglestar must feel sad..  Nightpaw looked at the ground, "Yes.. but Honey only works for the throat...." meowed Nightpaw, "Cat mint should work... I think.. Right Gentlepaw?"

(( After 7:00 I can not be on res until.. Monday or Tuesday.. Sorry  :( sadness....... lol)) 

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Purring with praise, Fernseed mewed encouragingly, “Cat mint would be perfect, Nightpaw,” the silver she-cat hotly glanced at Redstorm, “but this tom is a picky eater and doesn’t like Cat mint.” I’ve never seen a cat have such distaste for cat mint, its so mouth wateringly good that I just can’t believe it. “So which do you think we should give him feverfew or juniper berries?” she asked her apprentices. Both will work, but they have bitter tastes. I wonder if either one of them will add lavender to the mix, with its sweet, soft scent it would blend well with both. It would also create a delicious aftertaste. Sitting before her two apprentices, Fernseed wrapped her spotted silver tail around her forepaws.

(Meanwhile)

Kestrelheart nearly jumped with joy at being a mentor again, "Oh thank you Leopardheart!" he exclaimed excitedly.

Gray stood up groggily as Leopardheart walked away. He poked Red with his paw and asked,"What's happening?"

Her paw steps were light as she followed Cheetahwind, curiosity snatching her control. Though, as her curiosity was satisfied, Patchpelt only felt distressed. Silentheart…it’s him? In his alien body, Silentheart blazed like his foreign pelt while his eyes turned bitterly cold. They kept her frozen in place, horrified.

“You've taken my place in the clan, and I think you do it better then I ever did or ever could.” Silentheart, Copperfire, spat gravely.

Terror gripped her like sharpened claws, he can’t leave. Not again! With a desperate cry, Patchpelt rushed to Copperfire, no Silentheart. Her eyes were a startling sage-green as tears filled them again because she knew. Patchpelt knew that this was Silentheart, her soul had told her but her mind didn’t comprehend. It did now. “Don’t leave!” She pleaded, “Please don’t leave me again. I don’t think my heart could take it.” Tail curled under her stomach which was clenched in fear. Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, please don’t leave me, she fairly chanted in her mind. Please, what would make him stay…

“Enough,” mewed a jaded voice.

For the first time Patchpelt was overjoyed to see her rival. “Mistpaw,” she whispered with understanding. I never held Silentheart’s soul the way Mistpaw did. He seems full whenever he is with the she-cat.

Emerging from the trees as if forming from the wet vapor of her name, Mistsoul appeared. She was no longer the small docile, nieve apprentice, but a lean she-cat that held knowledge and judgment. With a grin, Mistsoul informed them, “My name is now the Soul of the Forest’s Mist, but to the warriors it is Mistsoul.” Her pale topaz eyes stared into Patchpelt’s deep emerald ones, and the two she-cats sighed with understanding. We can share, but only so far.

If it makes him stay, I don’t care.

“Silentheart, I am a medicine cat and I speak with StarClan.” Mewed Mistsoul, “They understand your longing and frustrations. If these two cats speak nothing to the others about your true identity, the clan of silverpelt will let you stay.” I would never betray you, Silentheart. With a suddenly sad look in her eyes, Mistsoul told them, “The Tribe I was sent to help needed me no further. I know that I am replaced in IceClan and it saddens me, but…” She let the last part fall away as she gazed into pale opal eyes that were held within fire. “It is up to you, Silentheart. Will you stay with us, or go back?” If he leaves, I won’t go back. The clan is strong enough without me.

Red of Dawn cuffed his brother, Gray of Night, over the head. “If you would only wake up enough, you would of heard that we are going to be named as apprentices!” he meowed excitedly. What is my warrior name going to be! Well, I guess I have to pa.ss my apprenticeship first, but I know that will be easy. Another thought came to his mind, which of these strange cats is going to be my mentor? Eager to find out, and fascinated by the hustling cats around camp, Red of Dawn padded away from his “annoying” siblings. His mother had often informed him that he was the middle kit. So I don’t have the responsibility of looking out for the younger sib, or being the defenseless runt. I get to explore. His tan, sharp kit-claws raked through the sand as he wandered around. What’s this over here? Red of Dawn felt his eyes widen as he took in the high expanse of rock in the center of the camp. These are the Highrocks that mother told us stories of? With a mischievous smirk, Red of Dawn wiggled his tail, bunched his haunches, and leapt with all his might. Claws extended, he reached for the top of a boulder, and scrambled for purchase. Finally digging the claws of one forepaw into a crack, Red of Dawn found himself only halfway up the rocks. “Wow,” was all he could chirp in astonishment. Turning around he could see over the protecting walls to the surrounding forest, after a moment he turned her gaze to the camp. He spotted the red tom, Crimson, carrying a kit. Who is she? With a moments hesitation, Red of Dawn leapt down and dashed over to the towering tom. “Hey,” he mewed, “who is that you’re carrying? Is she weak or something?” This tom is strong, powerful, and big! I want to be just like him when I become a warrior.

((I almost cried when I read your post Siri, I was so glad. I felt really bad for Cheetahwind, thats the reason I was thinking about making Silentheart leave again, because he was better for Patchpelt. I never thought we'd truly see Mistsoul like this again, so seeing her back. He's my favorite character so letting him stay and perhaps be happy is wonderful! So of course he'll stay.))

Silentheart gazed at Mistsoul with surprise and delight, having never thought of seeing her again. After she left, he thought about keeping track of her in Starclan because she was special as well, though at the time he was not sure how. Now, seeing her standing there once more it was like being ducked in a pool of cold water. "I'm..i'm not sure what to say." He whispered. "After you left Iceclan, I wanted to keep up with you, how everything was going. But the other's ancestors, the tribes would not let me." He took a few timid steps towards the she-cat, but stopped as if he got to close she would evaporate as quick as she appeared. "I'v missed you." He looked over his shoulder at Patchpelt, heart felt like it would be torn in heart if he truly had to pick. Would I be able to stand seeing Patchpelt happy with Cheetahwind? He asked himself. He saw the simple look Patchpelt gave the tom, relieved, happy. Forcing himself to look away, he suddenly knew that no matter how hard he tried to worm his way into her heart, it would always be to filled with Cheetahwind. Suddenly a weight he did not know was on his heart was lifted. "Cheetahwind?" He called, taking in a deep breath, not knowing how he was going to say this. "Take care of her, she deserves it." He told the other tom, forcing a pained smile. No matter how much he loved Patchpelt, there was another cat who also had a piece of his heart. He had thought he gave up on her thought after she disappeared. He looked back at Mistsoul. "So your returning to Iceclan?" He asked softly, wondering if it was to good to be true.