Prologue
It was a criminally hot day, even for a Sunhigh at Greenleaf. It was so criminally hot that if being "hot" were a crime, the day would have been dragged to the Supreme Court to await sentencing alongside a busload of swimsuit models
But what I am really getting at is: it just so happed that it was a criminally hot day, even for a Sunhigh at Greenleaf.
Never had the turquoise waters of the Lake looked so invitingly at Starstar, out for a romp in the Sunhigh sun. In fact, if the waters were twolegs, that longing glance could so be perceived by any nearby policemen to have come from a streetwalker plying their trade as so to warrant in the arrest of our dear waters for prostitution, and our dear noble leader for utilizing said waters' services (although he would never do so; he was much too noble and a cat to boot).
In short, using the lake as a watering-hole seemed like an extremely seductive option for our thirsty leader, who desperately needed to replenish his moisture levels.
Starstar dipped his large, noble head down into the lakeside, stuck out his large, noble tongue, and took a large sip for water, as suitable as could be for a noble leader. For a moment, he raised his aforementioned noble head and then dipped it back down for more water.
Like I said, it was a criminally hot day, even for a Sunhigh at Greenleaf.
It was then that Starstar's noble corneas reflected the light into his noble retinas which sent the light to his noble brain in the form of electrical impulses so that he was finally able to see what lay reflected in the bubbling pool before him.
It was a neon green cat.
With pink dotted fur.
Normally, cats would not be able to distinguish neon green from any other equally bright shade of green; say, lime green. Even the noble Starstar himself, blessed by all of StarClan (or at least the fifty-three percent that mattered), could not escape the cruel fate nature had mapped out for those of the Felis Catus species. However, the sight of the garish spectre was so invigorating that in an instant, the colour 'neon green' had been sandblasted into the mind of Starstar, and unconsciously, into the minds of every single cat in his Clan.
Starstar reeled backwards from the blow. His noble head spun, his noble retinas felt as though they had been scorched away, his noble jaw dropped, and his noble visage began to take on the look of "catmint addict" rather than "noble leader".
When he had finally recovered from his neon green induced bout of motion sickness, Starstar trusted himself to glance at the psychedelic apparition once more.
The thing was gone.
Was it due to the heat of the criminally hot day, even for a Sunhigh at Greenleaf? Or something more sinister that hinted to a future filled with neon green cats and pink dots?
Starstar deliberated on this interesting subject for a grand total of five seconds. Then he turned towards the general direction of camp, propelling himself forward in a sort of trotting gallop (much like an excited racing camel running on a trampoline).
He had to see Bleedingheart.
