Meeting with the Star's

Pricklestar calmly and slowly eased his way through the brisk bramble bushes, his tail slightly clinging for a heartbeat to it's strong nettles. This better be worth my while, he thought slowly, unexpected of what to come by from his travel.
His eyes trailed up the trunk to see bright, almost as if glowing flowers blooming on the Starbranched tree. Like the name says it, it's beautiful flowers resembled the stars at night, It's strange Shine as well makes it amazing to gaze upon.
Pricklestar came closer to the luscious tree, and calmly crouched down to its long-dangling roots. As slow as a leaf falling to the ground, he rested his nose on one of them, and felt his blood turn cold, Freezing with tension, he fell unconscious into a deep sleep.

Flowertail approached the tree when she noticed something to her side
rearing foward slowly she realized it was Pricklestar... and he was
unconscious!" Pricklestar, hello? Are you okay?! Speak! Wake up!...
ohhhh nooo oh, no." She reared and didn't know what to do.

Nightstar's freshly groomed pelt allowed him to enter without much tangling or snagging, he heard Flowertail's voice and as he entered he glared at her, a silent signal for her to be quiet, even though he wasn't her leader.
He lay down, edging forwards until his nose gently touched one of the roots, everything froze, his blood, his muscles, He closed his eyes as his breathing slowed down as a deep sleep took him.

OOC: Okay then. How about a strangely combined dream? Seems suitable since all of them are here for some reason.

IC:

Pricklestar raised his head, feeling drowsy and broken against the glowing and starlit earth under him. He felt heavy, almost too heavy to lift himself to his paws. With strength and tension pulsing through his muscles, he finally raised himself to see another figure in the distance, seemingly darker then the blackness around himself.

A member of Starclan? He thought, the sound seemingly echo inside his mind. This made him think even more to the clearing around him. Where were all the glistening and star-crossed Descendants?
This was Starclan... Right?

((Sweet! Plus it would really suck if it was place of no stars))

Nightstar opened his eyes, his muscles felt a little sore, but he pushed through the pain, getting to his paws and having a quick look around, Where are they? Where is the starlight in the forest?

OOC: YES?!

IC: Pricklestar took a glance behind him, black velvet, seemingly going onward forever. Something truly wasn't right, but seemingly, to many other dreams he had been in, they started near to this. But something didn't seem... Right.
Pricklestar finally looked above him to see glittering stars of many shapes, sizes and colors, as if he was staring at it from conciseness, pure conciseness. But something made him pause, confused.
Where was the moon? Truly time in Starclan was the same as on the forest, less then at most a half moon, then so, where was it?

Nightstar relaxed a bit when he looked up and saw the stars, but no moon. He pricked his ears but couldn't hear anything. Is it moonhigh here? How can it be if there's no moon?

"Hello?" Pricklestar called, his breath seen by the strange chill that emitted in this strange territory.
As his paw crashed to the ground underneath him, he felt a crackle, the ground frozen as ice. To his fright, it was ice! The crackle began to raise in a chain reaction, the sound of water; a river, swept under him, until his matted body fell deep below into the hypothermic water. " HELP! Anybody!" He screamed, the disgusting scent of fish and bubbling liquid almost drowning his voice. The sound of the river crashed, tossed and turned his ears in various directions. His paws were struggling to stay above the surface of the water, the shards of ice all around him made it exceptionally worse to sustain.

Nightstar heared a yowling in the distance. Sounds like a cat's in trouble... a STARCLAN cat? He followed the sounds of yowling and soon heared what seemed to be a river. His breath came out in billows of stream as he followed the water's edge, not too fast, but faster then a usual walk.

Pricklestar struggled to gasp for air, but suddenly easily called "Help me!" But to his confusion, it wasn't him who said it.
Suddenly from his side, he could see the darkened figure of another cat, blunt but somehow easy to see. But to his other side, he could see light spiraling, forming the shape of an Irregular sized cat, small, and innocent to the sight.

This she-cat was young, too young to follow the fields of Starclan. She was dappled, a tan with black splotches amongst her back, face, snout and paws, the stars shining oh so perfectly against her small frame. She stood almost sorrowful, staring at the darkened figure of Nightstar. " Are you going to stand there, more helpless then one like myself in a time of danger?" She mewed softly, fear thrown into her nimble tone.