Creampaw's StarClan Dream

Dennis shuffled nervously on the spot, poppy seeds by his side and tail twitching anxiously. Thornpaw, his apprentice in his former life, and Ivystar had explained to him what he had to do- let the apprentice into the den, give her poppy seeds if necessary and let her talk to StarClan. But he was nervous. What if he messed it up? He didn't even know what StarClan was anymore. And, judging by how Storm had described them, he wasn't sure he wanted to know. There was no way that dead cats in the sky could be real, or at the very least mean well. What were the chances that every single dead cat in the forest knew what was best for the Clans? Again, assuming that they actually existed (which he greatly doubted).

Nevertheless, he'd been told to do this and he didn't want to let anyone down. He was disappointing enough as it stood. He noticed shuffling by the den's entrance and forced himself to smile. "Come in, come in," he whispered. Once Creampaw did, he guided her to a nest and proffered the small black seeds. "Here, take these if you n-need them. They'll help you sleep. Uh, enjoy StarClan."

CreamPaw walked over to the medicine den and waited out until he said “come in, come in,” so she did and once she had the poppy seeds she went to sleep.

Applefang had been called for quite a few Moonstone journeys by now. He enjoyed talking to apprentices, particularly ones that were Riverclanners. It was nice to talk to living cats, ones that might even know his family. "Hello, Creampaw! I’m Applefang, a warrior of Riverclan. Formerly, anyways." He explained. The lanky ginger tom sat near the young she-cat, a smile on his face. "So, how are you? Is there anything you want to know?"

“Hi AppleFang” she said surprised to be talking to StarClan, in response to his question
She said Well, does StarClan know everything that their is to know?” if StarClan knew everything they could answer her next question.