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Prolouge:
Scorpoionpaw found hinself in the middle of his homeland. He felt lost in a way, though he knew exactly where he was. He looked around wildly, his eyes wide. His mind was spinning; he had never felt this confuse before in his life. The wind suddenly blew strongly, and sand whipped into his green eyes. Hissing in pain, he shut them, waiting for the feirce stinging to drift away.
When he finally decided to open them, he saw, standing right infront of him, was a yellow thabby tom. Stars glistened in his pelt and his gloden brown eyes. Scorpionpaw's eye glowed in happy bliss. He bounded iup to him and touched his dry nose to the strange cat's pelt.
"Father," he murmured joyfully.
The cat ignored his warm greeting, though his eyes gave away his true feelings. "Scorpionpaw," he said strictly after a moment of silence, "Blood red fur, and dagger claws, come to the forest with silent paws. Rage and hostility break through the clans, five cats will win over their evil plan. The sleekness of a cat's fur when it comes out of the water, the blossoming of a young one's heart, the dragon that lurks in the darkness, and the moon that shines brightly in the rain. Ad finally the scorpion, with the hardness of his shell and the sting from his bite, must come together before their world is drained of light."
The DesertClan apprentice blinked once and then again after the stranger spoke. The words his father said didn't make any sense!
After a long pause, Scorpionpaw lifted his head up and announced. "I don't understand..."
His father stared at him in brief silence and then simply nodded his head curtly. "It's time for you to wake up."
As he started fading away, he meowed, "I'm proud of you, my son."
He disappeared so fast, it was almost like magic. "Wait!" he called desperately, "Don't you have anything to say to Runningstripe? Cloverpaw?"
But he was talking to the settled air.
Blood red fur and dagger claws... whispered the wind as it drifted lazily past his ear, Comes to the forest with silent paws...