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"Shrewfang, I don't think we can make it much longer," Came a frightened, pitiful mew from the darkness. The two cats were pressed together under the leafy branches of a shrub, soaked by the rain pelting the forest around them. "Please...let's just...go home," The smaller of the two pleaded, her dark eyes bright with worry.
"No, Mottlepad, we were ordered to meet here, and that's what were going to do. Just stay close to me; we can keep each other as warm as possible," A tom replied in a husky, low voice. The she-cat pressed up against him a little more, shivering, and swallowed, hoping that the others would meet them soon. Being out all cold and wet like this was a death wish.
As the night drew on, Shrewfang's confidence wavered, and after some time, he stood. "Alright, Mottlepad. The rain is dying down. Let's return home before anyone notices we were gone." The she-cat nodded to him, and the two padded out into the dark, wet undergrowth, the moon's light hidden by the trees. Suddenly, a faint yowl stopped them, and they turned to see two other cats race down the ledge after them.
"Shrewfang, wait!" One of them called, coming to a stop next to them, huffing a little as her partner joined her. "We're here, but we need to hurry. Dawn is close."
Shrewfang gave a small growl. "Where were you, Firestrike? You and Galethorn should've been here a long time ago."
The she-cat rolled her eyes before narrowing them, ears flattening. "Do you want to talk or not?" She hissed. For a moment there was silence, and one of the two newcomers, Galethorn, shifted, averting his eyes. Shrewfang sighed. "Fine, but we need to make this quick. Last night two cats came into our camp. They weren't TrueClan cats. But they didn't smell like-"
"Like DreamClan, either," The she-cat, Firestrike, finished for him. "I know. The same thing happened to us. It was odd...I could see them, and so could Galethorn and Bumblepelt, but Cloudwillow and Songstar practically looked right through them. It was like they weren't really there, but...too many of us saw them for it to be a coincidence."
Shrewfang gave a small nod before whispering back to her, lashing his tail. "Same in TrueClan. Birdstar and Spidereyes didn't notice. It's odd that the Leader and Medicine Cat wouldn't see something, if they came from out of our realm. Did you hear them say anything?"
Firestrike shook her head. "No, I did not, but they spoke directly to Galethorn." She blinked rich, warm amber eyes before looking to the tom who had accompanied her. He stepped forward, swallowing. "I think it was a prophecy," He told Shrewfang, his voice hushed. "It was strange. I know no cat with names they mentioned, but..." He shook his head, before opening his mouth to let tell the words he had heard.
"Beware the storms on the Stars,
The darkness to come for our Paws,
Six shall behold for the Reckoning,
To save what we cannot.
When the blue moon waxes,
And the forbidden of love blooms,
Of the Night and of the -----,
Shall we preserve our Pride.
Only then will ----- and -----,
Rescue what is Lost."
A silence fell over the four cats, and Shrewfang felt a shiver crawl up his spine. Galethorn swallowed, then stepped back, and Firestrike's eyes darted wildly about the foliage. "Did you hear the same thing," She demanded in a whisper of the TrueClan tom, who nodded. "Exactly. But, what can this mean?" He asked, panic unsettling his heart.
Firetsrike shook her head. "I wish I knew, but we have no time to mull it over. Come, Galethorn. We must return home." She flicked her tail and bounded up the ridge, her Clanmate following. At the top, she paused, looking down, gaze softening. "Travel safely, Shrewfang." She called, and received a brisk nod. Then, she disappeared out of sight.
"No, Mottlepad, we were ordered to meet here, and that's what were going to do. Just stay close to me; we can keep each other as warm as possible," A tom replied in a husky, low voice. The she-cat pressed up against him a little more, shivering, and swallowed, hoping that the others would meet them soon. Being out all cold and wet like this was a death wish.
As the night drew on, Shrewfang's confidence wavered, and after some time, he stood. "Alright, Mottlepad. The rain is dying down. Let's return home before anyone notices we were gone." The she-cat nodded to him, and the two padded out into the dark, wet undergrowth, the moon's light hidden by the trees. Suddenly, a faint yowl stopped them, and they turned to see two other cats race down the ledge after them.
"Shrewfang, wait!" One of them called, coming to a stop next to them, huffing a little as her partner joined her. "We're here, but we need to hurry. Dawn is close."
Shrewfang gave a small growl. "Where were you, Firestrike? You and Galethorn should've been here a long time ago."
The she-cat rolled her eyes before narrowing them, ears flattening. "Do you want to talk or not?" She hissed. For a moment there was silence, and one of the two newcomers, Galethorn, shifted, averting his eyes. Shrewfang sighed. "Fine, but we need to make this quick. Last night two cats came into our camp. They weren't TrueClan cats. But they didn't smell like-"
"Like DreamClan, either," The she-cat, Firestrike, finished for him. "I know. The same thing happened to us. It was odd...I could see them, and so could Galethorn and Bumblepelt, but Cloudwillow and Songstar practically looked right through them. It was like they weren't really there, but...too many of us saw them for it to be a coincidence."
Shrewfang gave a small nod before whispering back to her, lashing his tail. "Same in TrueClan. Birdstar and Spidereyes didn't notice. It's odd that the Leader and Medicine Cat wouldn't see something, if they came from out of our realm. Did you hear them say anything?"
Firestrike shook her head. "No, I did not, but they spoke directly to Galethorn." She blinked rich, warm amber eyes before looking to the tom who had accompanied her. He stepped forward, swallowing. "I think it was a prophecy," He told Shrewfang, his voice hushed. "It was strange. I know no cat with names they mentioned, but..." He shook his head, before opening his mouth to let tell the words he had heard.
"Beware the storms on the Stars,
The darkness to come for our Paws,
Six shall behold for the Reckoning,
To save what we cannot.
When the blue moon waxes,
And the forbidden of love blooms,
Of the Night and of the -----,
Shall we preserve our Pride.
Only then will ----- and -----,
Rescue what is Lost."
A silence fell over the four cats, and Shrewfang felt a shiver crawl up his spine. Galethorn swallowed, then stepped back, and Firestrike's eyes darted wildly about the foliage. "Did you hear the same thing," She demanded in a whisper of the TrueClan tom, who nodded. "Exactly. But, what can this mean?" He asked, panic unsettling his heart.
Firetsrike shook her head. "I wish I knew, but we have no time to mull it over. Come, Galethorn. We must return home." She flicked her tail and bounded up the ridge, her Clanmate following. At the top, she paused, looking down, gaze softening. "Travel safely, Shrewfang." She called, and received a brisk nod. Then, she disappeared out of sight.
