With each step he took, the world began to fade away behind him. With each stride, warm dirt and silt turned into cold, forboding stone underneath his paws. He was only guided by the sensation of something guiding him through this cave - it was too dark to see anything beyond his nose. His wide eyes burned with the freezing cold air that sank into the sensitive orbs. He could feel the insides of his nose become numb - as strange as it sounded, it hurt alot.

He noticed it slowly began to get warmed. His poor numb nose 'thawed' out again, and his paws had been returned the wonderful sense of touch. He became aware that he had entered a cavern, the cavern, and a rush of welcoming heat hit his face and ruffled his long, fluffy fur.

A dull light came from hundreds of tail lengths above - the moon drifted lazily over the sky until the whole cavern was filled with the misty light. It illuminated the warm, soothing waters that took up most of the cave.

Ratchet, called Skyspots, lowered himself to the ground beside the pool, and lapped up a few drops of the warm liquid. But instead of having warmth travel down his throat, cold water trickled down and turned his body ice cold - he refrained from shivering as he slipped into the soothing sleep he needed so, to speak with his ancestors - Autobot and Warrior alike.

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The white cat bounded through the lush oaken and elm forest. He bounced around the bushes, ducked under logs. His paws glided over the surface of the ground as if he were flying. Ratchet slowed considerably when the forest ended, and he now stood on a cliff overlooking a valley. At the corner of his eyes, he spotted a golden slab sticking out of the mountain. He stiffened for a moment, turning towards it, before he mewled with joy. "The Ark!" he thought joyfully. The medic prepared to leap down the cliff, ready to run the whole way to the ship, however long it took.

"You cannot return just yet." a rich, deep voice mewed from behind him. Ratchet pricked his ears, and turned with wide, surprised eyes.

A huge lion stood behind him, with a silver pelt and a darker silver mane of fur. Huge paws floated barely milimetres off the ground, yet the lion seemed to stand firmly behind him. Brilliant and bright yellow eyes stared warmly at him.

"You have a clan to attend to, my son." the lion purred, taking long strides to join the cat, dwarfing him with the sheer size of his body. Ratchet crouched down, dipping his head in absolute respect. His question would no doubtably be answered, for this lion was the Creator, the Maker, The God Himself.

Primus bent his head low, and touched noses with the medicine cat. Ratchet felt his body relax and go somewhat limp, the medic trembling before the Cybertronian God who had made everything possible in the many vorns now behind him. The silver lion gazed at the smaller white cat with solid, unbetraying eyes, before turning to look into the bushes with another churr of satisfaction.

"The Warriors of Starclan now join me - your question is difficult to answer, and more difficult to explain once we answer it." The huge silver lion stated gently. Like leaffall slips into leaf bare, the starry cats of Starclan began stepping out of the forest, mewling their support and pride and praise towards the white tom.

Ratchet only crouched, stunned, trying to comprehend what was going on. He had thought perhaps his inquiries would be unimportant - just a live cat's worries. He had been proven wrong as a select group of about half a dozen cats stepped forward to form a half circle around him and the silver lion.




(OOC: I need Starclan cats to 'know' what Ratchet's question is (He wants to know if there are more Autobots and Decepticons in the forest, and if they will ever return to their mecha selves. He also wants to know why they are cats.) and I need them to be in 'close friendship' with Primus. Meaning, they act easily with him because they are used to him - you join every god when you pass over to the other side and it no longer matters if you worship them, because you become close to them as friends.

Primus is the Transformer god who created everything Cybertronian, and essentially is Cybertron. The reason he is silver and not golden is because Unicron is golden and I don't want those ideas to contradict each other. Read about Primus here)

Ratchet was absolutely stunned. He had never, ever expected to be even answered, and was certainly wondering what he had eaten and why it was giving him such a strange dream. But the warm gazes and the proud happiness coming from the dead clan of cats made him believe that this whole ordeal was true. He certainly wasn't in stasis lock somewhere and dreaming the whole thing. The white cat crouched low, chin brushing the ground.

And then he saw the silvery-white cat. She brought a feeling of royalty, of true talent and true destiny. He had heard of this lovely she-cat, and he bowed his head as low as he could, for he knew Silver Star was the queen of everything - whether one accepted her as a monarch or not.

Primus, however, purred, a solid and comforting sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Greetings, Silver Star. I trust you know me by now. I, as you have noticed, have so rudely entered your skies to keep watch over all my children and did not stop to ask you're permission. I humbly ask forgiveness." the silver lion dipped his head in the direction of Silver Star.

(((I dunno how old this is...but here we go.)))

The next cat to arrive did not do so in an spectacular way as Silver Star had, ascending from above to the silver lion and medicine cat, but merely trotted from a shroud of bushes to appear next to Ratchet. He chuckled deeply, his voice good-natured and friendly, but of that that called for respect. His dusty brown paws made no sound against the ground beneath them, and his tail had no solid touch when brushed against the white tom.

He was the Clan cat, the warrior. His large yellow eyes held much wisdom, and the light of loyalty and devotion to the Clans. The marks of past battles were written on his body and etched into his skin, marks that couldn't have been taken away with just the ending of his life. Duststar sidled up next to Silver Star, a friendly glimmer on his face.
"You always beat me." he joked once, then turned to the silver lion and nodded a greeting.