Warm sea breeze whispered in the two cats fur. It was warm and sang with life inside, as dolphins playfully did their tricks dancing above sea water. One nut furred cat bender her knees and nuzzled a speckle of sand with her own muzzle. A crab jumped out of it's nest and gave a warning pinch to the air. Without hesitant, the cat smacked her powerful paw to the harmless crab. She murmured something before taking a grateful bite.

"StarClan is a good place isn't it Fernfoot?" The hunter of the crab mewed. A black tom with white paws raised his head from being buried under his own fur. He revealed his deep starry yellow gaze to meet the other fellow StarClan cat.

"It is indeed Dustypaw. But why have you called me here? Surely not to talk about how peaceful StarClan's hunting ground is." Fernfoot replied his gaze searching the nut furred pelt.

"You are correct wise Fernfoot." Dustypaw chuckled. "And your eyes tell me you know what I am here to talk about."

"You have become wise Dustypaw. I still do not know how StarClan runs itself, but you have gained wisdom being here. And your clever swift thinking remind me of your sister." The former medicine cat paused. There was faint fear in his voice. "I hope she is safe."

Dustypaw's sister, Twilightspeckle has fully died. Died from StarClan if put the words that way. Live young cats would say this is a strange thing to say but the she cat knows more things then them. And more jealousy.

Twilightspeckle's sibling, and only sister, has always been jealous of Twilightspeckle. Dustypaw's sister was never suppose to be 'alive'. She was StarClan born meaning born in StarClan with full dead blood. But for many reasons, she was sent down to the other world. Dustypaw always wonders why it could not be her instead of Twilightspeckle. As much love the nut grown she cat has for Twilightspeckle, there was also hate tangled beneath.

Twilightspeckle earned a warrior name. Twilightspeckle had a live mate. Twilightspeckle knows true life. Twilightspeckle had something to throw her life for. Twilightspeckle felt pain. Twilightspeckle had everything Dustypaw wanted.

Even if Dustypaw grows to love a tom she can only bare dead kits. StarClan is a thriving place to be, but cats can not truly 'live'. Some live cats who has a destiny complains they do not want a destiny and object why an another cat can't do it. But they have a life and they have something to sacrifice their life to their precious. And alive cats don't have to be destined to sacrifice themselves to their loves.

They can thrown themselves to battle to protect the clan's kits. Even if no one loves them, they can open there own path to find new life like Sunpaw did. Alive cats were selfish if cats saw in Dustypaw's prospective. Dead cats may never have danger to sacrifice it's life.

And their was also another pain that stabbed Dustypaw's torn heart. The born deer between live and dead.

It could sound silly, but Dustypaw loved Thunderclaw.

Everyday the StarClan born cat looked into the water where StarClan cats can see alive cats. Dustypaw always went there to see Twilightspeckle's life.

When her sister was a kit, she was laughed and cared by Thunderkit. Than she ranked to a apprentice and was teased by Thunderpaw. Than she became a warrior and purred as mate's with Thunderclaw. Seeing Twilightspeckle with Thunderclaw always made Dustypaw more jealous. Dustypaw loved the big brown tom. She wanted to be laughed, cared, teased, and be mate's with him.

"Fate." Fernfoot growled. Dustypaw jumped out of her fur by the medicine cat's sudden anger. He fixed his gaze to the nut brown she cat. "Fate is always decided isn't it?"

"Yes...yes it is." Dustypaw replied without thinking.

"I died pretty young. I could have saved more lives right now. I could have helped my younger brother go through his suffer." Fernfoot mewed bitterly.

"And you had another fate in your path." Dustypaw quickly changed the topic. "To be with this...she cat."

Fernfoot growled and jumped to his paws. "Never hesitate to say Sakura's name."

Dustypaw dipped her head with respect. "And your fate has brought a storm to these cats."

The two cats didn't realize that the graceful dolphins stopped dancing. Instead, a whale blew water sparkling water on water. The black tom hissed,

"I never regret knowing Sakura. She has saved the clans."

"And she brought a storm with her. And the storm made it's way now." Dustypaw cooly meowed back. "Now we must make more cats suffer."

Fernfoot's fur bristled with anger. It was rare for the wise medicine cat to loose his temper like this. He spat, "I know you want to take this destiny. I know you are full of hate. I know you always want the wind to blow to you so a storm fades on you."

"This isn't the time what I want. This is the time to help her." Dustypaw flicked her tail to the sea water. A pointed eared cat's face appeared in the water. Fernfoot hid his surprise well. "Send a message to Sunpaw. Send it to Marigoldseed now."

Sorry for the long waiting. I couldn't make up my mind who's POV the prologue should come from. First I wrote it in Fernfoot and I didn't like it so I had to restart. Hope you enjoy Part 3: Suncall's Hide!