Wandering Ways, a warrior (1x1 between boba_tree and Alpha*)

[Alpha*]

Fallen is quiet as he watches the clan move to do as they are bidden, finally those blue eyes turn on the medicine cat - once they are alone. He feels heavy and light all at once and he takes a deep breath that doesn't dispel the sensation; "Why are they hunting you, specifically?" Is asked with a far too gentle voice, low so as to not be overheard. "They killed that kit to scatter us, and to draw me out. I would like to know why. Don't give me the nonsense of thwarting a prophecy either, groups like this don't just happen overnight. "

[Ratfish]

". . . Well. . ." He whispered, voice just as low. "We are fragments of a larger prophecy. I have had visions for a long time. But. . . it seems I am not the only one." He began to slowly pace back and forth as he spoke. "These visions I was given. . . they were vague. But ever since I took you back to the Thunderclan camp, I've been getting more detailed visions. . . like the pieces to the prophecy. It seems those cats are trying to hunt us both down because we are at the center of it. They pieced it together faster than I did, and plot to stop us. . ."

[Alpha*]

"Tell me more of the Prophecy. The parts you know. " There's a strange light in blue eyes as he considers what he has drempt and knows. The silver cat nods to HollyPaw and with a flick of his paw sends his cloth over his head and around his neck. The weight is a comfort. "As much as you can. "