Goosefury had told himself he would avoid interfering with his Clan up until the point it became necessary. They needed to handle this themselves, without input from StarClan, or they wouldn't learn. His absence was a necessity.
But then there was the kit. A child, freshly born, who had had no part in the wars waged between the Clans. If Goosefury was going to intervene, it would be just once, just for this, to help a RiverClan kit find their way home.
This group, this cat, was foreign to him. He didn't care enough about them to attempt to observe them - the distance between his skies and theirs made things foggy, anyway. So trying to will himself into this outsider's dream took too much effort, and the thing that leashed him to her consciousness was weak at best.
The edges of the dream were semi-corporeal and waved in and out of view, like it was being swallowed by a black tide. Only the damp, peaty ground beneath them remained solid, but Goosefury knew it was only a matter of time before that gave out, too. His gray paws appeared first, and then the rest of him followed. His single green eye, locked onto Saturn with a piercing intensity, shone brighter than any other part of him.
"This kit you watch over isn't yours to keep." His voice echoed as if it were bouncing off of barren cave walls, though it still held a distinctive sense of authority.
"He belongs to RiverClan. You need to return him."
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