Revelations
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A few months had passed. It was now nearing leaf-bare, Echo-Flame padding along the edges of their territory. The leaves were crisp with frost beneath her feet, nearly revealing her location to her prey a couple times. Downwind of the Blue-Jay, she crept up behind it. Propelling herself off the ground, she lands on the bird with a mighty leap. 'Good. I got some food for the Clan.' She purrs softly to herself, picking up the Bird before trotting back to Camp.
She was unprepared for what awaited her. The moment she had padded in, she was barraged with stares from her clanmates. 'What's going on...? Am I being made Deputy? No... I haven't had an apprentice yet.' Her head tilts a little at them, placing her bird in the proper place, then went over to them. "Is something the matter? Do you need help? I'll get the situation under control." Echo-Flame arrogantly purrs, sticking her nose up in the air. "So. What's going on." She demands, looking straight at their elderly medicine Cat.
"...Ah...Just who I was searching for." They rasped, standing and swishing their tail, signaling for Echo-Flame to follow them. "This is only imperative for you to hear. Willow-Star has not been informed." Their dull eyes looked into Echo-Flames as if searching for something in her. "...I have received a prophecy."
"A prophecy? Involving me? Of course, it involves me, it would be foolish for it to not." She follows them as they led her through the endless maze of the Forest. "Tell me it."
"...Have some patience, Echo-Flame. Time does not wait for us. We wait for it." Heaving a soft cough, they turned their unusually empty eyes to her. "...I received the message from a dark orange pelte-"
"I don't care about the details, tell me the prophecy!" Her paw stomps on a sharp, frozen leaf, it cracking under the force of her stomp.
The elderly cat sighs, shaking their head for a moment before giving in. "...The passion embedded in the Bonfire's Vibrations throughout time will be silenced by the Sheep's cry; Fading into the clutches of twisted wood." They recited with a weak cough.
She freezes in place, taking it in slowly. Gradually, an angry snarl overtakes her features. "...Don't say such crap to me. Don't waste my time with fake prophecies." She stomps on the shards of the frozen leaf, slicing the bottom of her paw pad open. Filled with anger, Echo-Flame storms away, ignorant to the blood trails she left behind; along with the most crucial part.
...The elder started hacking, coughing up a soft-looking black smoke. Once it had cleared, they started automatically walking back to camp like the she-cat. At camp, their eyes cleared, filling with confusion.
'...What just happened...?'
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