The bright flash of light in the distance. The roar that would outmatch any monster. The winds, the smell in the air, the terrified screams of twolegs. The huge curved cloud. All of this pressed into the mind of every cat. Now there was only water. Only water for moons. Adrift in this substance, in the huge expanse. If it weren't for the few Riverclan warriors aboard, they'd probably all died of starvation. The last few of them weren't the most healthy cats either. Fish were depleting more and more.
Firepaw looked around. His father Lionblaze, deputy now, halfheartedly bit into his mutated fish. Firepaw missed the old days. Even though he didn't remember to much about camp, he new it was better than floating in oddly carved wood and smooth rocks.
His grandfather, Bramblestar, told Greystripe and Jayfeather to go over to Shadowclan's part of the boat. They had no Medicine Cat to heal them. But they did have the herbs to heal them. In this sickness, the victim would cough up blood, loose their fur, and die slowly and painfully. So it was ironic that Deathberries would cure it.
"Deathberries and yarrow squished together in a pulp would cure this new disease!" Bramblestar had said in the last Gathering. He had learned that when a newcomer came a quarter moon before. He had the smell of twolegs, other discussing smells, and the smell of the disease the clans had been ravaged by for weeks. But he was not sick, he was stronger than any cat Greystripe had seen in his life. He had said the twolegs, or what he called "humens," had fed him something that healed him and protected him of any sickness or disease that there was.
Eightfourninetwo, as his owners called him, recognized the smells of the Deathberries and the smell of yarrow and knew how to make it because he saw his owners treat other cats with it. Thunderclan was hesitant to try it. Why would they listen to a random rouge about healing? But they were up to try any thing at this time of peril. Jayfeather mixed up and smashed together the Deathberries and yarrow, then gave it to a weak and dying Dovepaw. Surprisingly, she got better in the night and got up cured the next day. Bramblestar quickly got warriors to go get some more Deathberries and yarrow. He gathered up the others to bring them to the Gathering.
The few at the Gathering didn't think it could work. Deathberries? Cure a sickness? It was impossible! But a few were willing to try anything. The next night, an unofficial Gathering was held by the leaders, deputies, Medicine Cats, and their apprentices.
"I was surprised, the cure worked! But how could it? Don't D-" Blackstar managed to say before being cut off by Mothwing.
"Deathberries poison and kill cats? Yes, but smashing it up with yarrow releases it to air and the yarrow contradicts the poison. I don't really understand myself, that's the best I can come up with."
"Well, I'm just thanking Starclan right now," Bramblestar said aloud.
Then, suddenly, Jayfeather fell to the ground and his face went through pain. But before anyone could react, Jayfeather started speaking as if there were many voices inside of him.
"All land will burn with fire and smoke; Nothing shall act how it should; All the rest of the clans shall die; Unless many cats go to the Sun-Drown-Place and get onto the big thing of floating wood." All the cats looked at Jayfeather as he got up.
"A message from Starclan? Lets go now if thats what it says!" Mothwing screeched right before she fainted.
"I agree with her. Don't you?" Lionblaze said calmly.
So thats how everyone got here, Firepaw remembered. Some of the cats stayed, like the elders and some of their kin. On the way there, nothing really happened. They saw no twolegs, even in there nests. The only one they saw was a dead one in the middle of the street. The only managed to find and catch a scrawny mouse and a thin sparrow. No foxes or anything. Midnight wasn't in her den at Sun-Drown-Place, so the cats stole some Deathberries and yarrow. They found the Floating Wood, so they got on it.
When at midnight that night, the Floating Wood left the Sun-Drown-Place with the high tide. In the morning they had drifted far from the shore. Some of the cats woke up. They saw the land in the distance. But then there was a bright light in the distance. The roar, the cloud, again, except now where the lake was. The cats screeched. The leaders tried to keep order, but it was no use. The cats were to sad and crazy to retain order, at then at least.
The sun was now the highest in the sky. The leaders had just spread the ship into territories. Windclan and Riverclan would get the top of the boat, while Shadowclan and Thunderclan would get the inside. The twolegs must have made this as a floating den, because Thunderclan got a room with nests in the wall, made of criss-cross material.
But now everything was calm, the two kits tumbling, rolling, so many moons had passed sense then. Firepaw guessed the cats were getting used to life on the Floating Wood. He curled up and watched the kits, Woodkit and Hindkit, play Thunderclan and Shadowclan.
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