yes yes i know, i'm terrible at making summaries.
It was a dark, cold night. The Moonpool shone in the moonlight, reflecting dozens of stars. A grey tabby looked around. There were four other cats accompanying her. A black furred tom with dark amber eyes, a lithe brown she-cat with pale blue eyes, and a stocky white and cream tom with light green eyes.
"Hello, Sorrelmist, Blacksong, Archsnow." She said, greeting them. The lithe brown she-cat, Sorrelmist, greeted her back. "'Evening, Mumblemouse." She said.
Quickly, the medicine cats got into their places, laying down next to the Moonpool, touching their noses to it. The air was bitterly cold, and they wanted to be in the warmth of their nests.
Mumblemouse woke up to a place with soft green grass, and beautiful trees. There was prey-scent everywhere, and in the distance Mumblemouse could see some cats, some hunting, some running, some laying down.
StarClan.
"Hello?" She called out. No response. She called out again.
"Is anyone there?"
As soon as the words came from her mouth, the grey tabby heard something from behind her. It was a faint whisper, just barely distinguishable.
"It's me." The voice had whispered. "Turn."
Slowly, Mumblemouse turned. A silver tom with white tabby stripes was behind her. Before she could say anything, the tom spoke.
"Quiet." He said, his voice barely audible. "The snow falls down on the bloodsoaked ground, the night cries tears of red. One will fall with the other, lest the clan be dead."
Mumblemouse opened her jaws to speak, but the tom had vanished.
With a gasp, Mumblemouse woke up. Her heart beat rapidly. Without waiting for the other medicine cats to wake up, she ran back to her clan, her paws carrying her as swiftly as they could.
What could it mean? She thought, as she ran into ThunderClan territory. She ran back to camp, and leapt into her den. Slowly, her panic faded. She laid in her nest, and tried to figure out what the prophecy could mean.
"If snow will fall on bloodsoaked ground… and the night cries tears of red… is that red blood? Did the night kill the snow?" She mumbled to herself. "If one lives… the other must die… and the clan will be safe."
Slowly, she turned to the entrance of the den, where the moon shone. Mumblemouse could barely see it.
"I'll do what you ask of me, StarClan. Even if it means to kill."
Finally, someone tries to actually figure out a prophecy! Anyway, thanks for reading this. I'll be sure to post the next chapter soon.
Anyway, for the Question of the Day (QOTD), who here thinks that Mumblemouse is right about the prophecy? Who here thinks she's wrong?
Tune in next time to find out!