Littlestar took in several deep breaths, the eternal flame's light dancing across her the long silver fur of her face "Then where is he?" her voice was soft, but the distress she was feeling dripped off every word. They had just visited the Isle, and Honestpaw was no where to be found. They had scoured every inch, asked everyone, and his soul just wasn't there. In the back of her mind she knew it was possible that he had choosen to go to StarClan, or perhaps he had been sent to the dark forest. So why was it that she couldn't quite set her mind at ease? Even with the warmth of the flame she felt cold seeping into her body, simply from the memory for where she had been taken in the vision 

"Bravewolf, we have to find him... please"

It wasn't a word that she used often, not since being given power at such a young age. There was sheer desperation in her voice, dear that Bravewolf probably wouldn't understand. She hadn't told him yet exactly what had happened that day, not yet. He had still been apprentice when she returned, and she was never sure which cat she was speaking to. THe new Bravewolf, or the god she once knew. Honeystorm