Hey, so this story will be mainly from Vesper's POV but will have Lionblaze and Jayfeather's POV as well. If I get a couple of reviews then I'll update every week, but if I don't then I'll just update whenever I feel like it. Yeah… but its ok, because I don't expect to get very many. If you do read, please write something. I'll probably read your story if you do…. what? I'm not trying to bribe you or anything! ~ Nicochan
The cat's blue eyes followed the trail of blazing stars cutting across the sky. She narrowed them feeling unease at the sight. Was it an omen? A prophecy, perhaps? Moments trickled by as she scrutinized them. Finally, tearing her gaze away from the inky night sky, she turned to her companions. They hadn't shifted from their ridged posture since they had arrived. They remained sitting, with an unbreakable concentration centered on the mysterious pool in front of them. She turned and sat staring into its indiscernible depths, trying to mimic the focus they radiated. But every few minutes her eyes flicked up to the stars. They glowed harshly down at her; the light provided was tenebrous and dim.
When she glanced back at her friends, she could see their tails were twitching with repressed irritation. The tortoiseshell leaned in, attempting to see something in the water. The blue-eyed cat held up a paw catching the other cat's gaze, shaking her head. A warning.
As more minutes passed, the suspense grew like an itch in your fur. Growing worse with each scratch. Finally the cat with smoky gray fur hissed and paced away from the pool.
"We don't have time for this! The clans are on the verge of war with the Dark Forest and we sit here like a couple of mousebrained elders!"
The cat that had leaned in spoke soothingly, "Be patient Yellowfang; the prophecies always come."
Yellowfang bared her teeth and began pacing in the other direction. The blue-eyed cat's shoulders slumped. "She may be right, Spottedleaf. Every second we waste here is more time for the Dark Forest to train its forces."
"Clan warriors," Yellowfang snarled, "They train for battle blindly, they are beyond help. We must go to the clans; reveal those conspiring with the-"
"No!" Spottedleaf cried, "They don't know what they're doing. Besides we can't intervene, it isn't part of the prophecy. Bluestar, surely you see this?" She challenged.
"Intervene? The time for playing fair has passed!" Yellowfang dug her claws into the dirt, torn ears flattening angrily. "You speak of our place, but what about your little stunt with Jayfeather?!"
Spottedleaf's face hardened and her expression turned cold. "Beezepelt was going to kill a defenseless queen and her kits. There was no-"
"Exactly!" Yellowfang pounced on her words with triumph, "Tigerstar won't spare any who stand against him! Queens, elders, kits; it makes no difference. He recoils from the Warrior Code like crowfood!" She spat.
The two had taken aggressive stances with their fur on end from the heated confrontation.
"Enough! Both of you!" Bluestar interjected, "The enemy isn't here, you can put your claws away." The two reluctantly slipped out of their close proximity and sat down, still fuming. Suddenly the water seeped away from the edge, pulling inward at an alarming rate. Flashes blinked in and out of existence from within the pool, becoming almost hypnotic. The pool had reached the size of a small puddle now, and continued to shrink. Seeming to vanish into the ground.
Then as soon as it started, everything ceased at once. It was utterly silent for about two seconds before an explosion sounded from the pool. All three cats yowled and fell to the ground. Water expelled from the pool, drenching their coats. A voice boomed imperiously in their minds. It was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, young or old. It defied any judgments you could try to make of it.
The Prophecy of three becomes four
But only once aid is offered to the deceiver
The one who revealed the Unseen Door
Can aid be offered in return
A peace not easily gained
That is destined to burn
Without those who are now unnamed
When the mental onslaught ended, a tense silence took hold. The cats crouched, breathing heavily with shock. They didn't seem to realize their soaking coats were causing them to shiver.
Finally, Bluestar swallowed, her throat dry (the only dry part of her) and spoke the words everyone was thinking," I believe we have our answer."
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Word of the day: Quixotic – impulsive, often rashly unpredictable.