This Isn't Starclan[CLOSED]

Beepaw blinked awake. It was foggy, and it didn't go away. Where was he? It wasn't sunny. It wasn't bright and lively. It wasn't quite dark and dreary like the Dark Forest... So what was this? Some problematic part of Starclan? Surely he'd find his way out....

It had been a long time since Sedgestrike had seen another cat. The silver black-spotted warrior padded slowly and quietly through the mist. His green eyes alight with curiousity and mixed emotions as he stalked out from the mists like a ghost. Silver lining his pelt, though not the StarClan blessed light. There was no starrines to him as he stared down at the apprentice for a long moment.
"Well, you've messed up." He meowed shortly, without wasting time on preamble. "What ever you have done, it has put you in the mist. Where StarClan throws the cats unworthy of belonging among the stars." He sneered at the last word. Head raised to the direction of StarClan's borders as he huffed, anger in his green eyes. "Hmph. Who needs them?"

Beepaw was shocked. He wasn't in Starclan? But he was trying to save his clan from a monstrosity! "I thought the bad cats went to the Dark Forest." He said, confused. Either way, this cat had to be kidding with him.

"Were you a bad cat?" Sedgestrike questioned as he padded past Beepaw. "You weren't a good cat. Something you've done sets you apart." He gestured to the other side of the mist. It was darker and more ominous. Tendrils of branches seeped into the mist like a wound. "But if your a murderous foxheart go ahead.."

Beepaw opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again. Of course he wasn't a bad cat! "But... I didn't do anything wrong. And if this isn't the Dark Forest or Starclan, where the heck are we? The mist? How does that make any sense?"