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Drag Me Down
By Stormshadow3, for my brave soaring dreamer
She knows who she is
Bodies can rot. Minds can dwindle. Eyes can close. But there is one thing that is forever, and only one thing can drag it down.
allegiances of a loner
Falcon, a blue-gray she-cat with white paws, deep green eyes, and silver ear markings
Prologue
I am a prophet.
I am a teller of the future, the last hopes of desperate cats and a murderer of more lives than any villain has claimed. Tonight, I sit upon the bare surface of the cave floor, waiting for the shadows to thicken in the entrance and, soon, for faith to crumble away to dust.
Finally, I receive my answer. I may have lost both eyes, but I hear everything. The soft fluttering of hearts. The patter of paws on the rugged ground. The forced breathing of two- a she-cat and a tom, was it this time? I have had many visitors over the course of countless moons.
Some muted snippets of conversation that I could hear clearly, even from this length. Some whimpers of protest; a stiff answer of no regrets. I do not grow impatient, for I have sat here for longer than any elder has lived, and I would continue to until the end of the world.
I hear the voices growing closer.
"Who is it?" I rasped, silently enjoying the stare of two pairs of eyes upon my mottled old pelt. "I do not usually have visitors this time of night. I would make sure you were in the right place."
"We are in the right place, thank you for your consideration," the voice of a tom snapped, clearly irritated. "I've come to seek your so-called wisdom. Well? Where's all your prophecies and omens, then? The only thing I see is you. Old hags don't solve anything."
"Eyes can close, bodies can rot," I replied, "and minds can dwindle, but only one thing is forever, and only one thing can drag it down."
The tom hissed in frustration. "I knew it," he muttered. "I know for sure that your mind is certainly dwindling, never mind your other body parts." I felt his eyes boring into my blind, amber ones. "Come on, Cloud. We're wasting time here, since that's all the old hag would give."
"Serves you right there," I called out, my voice hardly trembling with age. "Be disrespectful to me one more time, and I'll give you something more than just a clipped answer."
Just before he disappeared through the cave entrance, I sensed him pause. Stared onto the ground. Back at his mate again. "One thing that lasts forever?" he mused. "Must be our kit's fame after she's out to do great things."
"That can't be right," Cloud murmured. "More like good. Honestly always triumphs in the end."
But the tom wasn't listening.
Just to put it out there: this is going to be a short story, more chapters and words than Burning Dawn (check that out for me, too) but still less than a regular complete fanfic.
Don't expect frequent updates, because I have many other stories going on all at the same time, but I will try to post a new chapter every week or so. I did say I will try.
This is a gift for a great friend that I have. I hope she finds this, and for the rest of you: guess the prophecy meaning! :D It should be my new version of Guess the Cat: Guess the Prophecy Meaning!
This one is a bit more obvious than my other ones, though. For those of you that have read my stories before- it should be easier. But don't blame me if it's really easy. I tried my best.
To my friend: This is for you. It might not turn out how you want it, though.