Jayfeather stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the green fields of StarClan. I wish I could see in real life. "Well? Where are you, you cowards! Answer me!"

No reply. Just the soft whisper of the wind.

"Yellowfang?" Uncertainty showed in his voice. "Bluestar? Anybody? Why have you abandoned me! I...Rock?"

Utterly defeated, the gray tabby sat down and wrapped his tail around his forepaws.

Once, he could've walked in someone's dreams or read cats' minds. Now, that was gone.

It was the one thing that kept him from being completely useless. Now, he might as well just die.

Jayfeather stormed down the hill, desperate to find someone that would have the answers. This was the first time that he had been in StarClan in the half-moon since the Great Battle.

He awoke in his den, feeling frustrated. He saw the sleeping form of Briar...

Wait what?

He saw?

He must've been still dreaming then. He had only just realized that he could see.

Briarlight stirred and used her forepaws to push herself up. "Good morning, Jayfeather."

Her eyes turned towards him and he looked into them, pretending as if she could hear or see him. If only. "Good morning."

To his surprise, she did seem to see and hear him. What? "I'm ready to do my exercises...wait are you looking at me? You're literally looking at me right in the eyes. It's as if you can see..."