Chapter 2 and StarClan

Nightkit frowned. "But why? Why can't I go on patrol?" "Nightkit! That is no way to talk to a warrior! Especially the deputy!" Mosstalon scolded. "That's all right. I'm used to eager kits. Listen, you're just a kit, once you become an apprentice, you can come on patrol all the time." Ashfoot, WindClan's deputy, said. "Say, why don't you go help out Barkface?" "Okay!" Nightkit said eagerly, and bounded off towards the medicine cat's den. Once he arrived, he saw Barkface lying down, with his paws over his muzzle. "Wake up, Barkface!" Nightkit yelled. "Mrrrrrrow! I wasn't sleeping. I was communicating with StarClan ." "StarClan?" Nightkit asked. "Yes, StarClan are our Warrior ancestors. They watch over us, and protect us." Barkface replied. "Wow! That's cool!" Nightkit exclaimed, mystified. "Yes. Well, I'd better get back to work." He turned to leave, but Nightkit scampered through his legs, saying, "but Ashfoot said I could help you!" "Very well. You can go get some coltsfoot. We're running low." Barkface said. "Okay!" He scampered off, bragging, "I get to help the cat who helps cats and gets help from other cats who help all the cats who used to be cats who..." "Whoa! Take it easy there, son!" Rockheart called. "Uh huh..." he mumbled, not listening.