Weary, cracked paws pounded on wilted grass. It crackled and bended at the touch.
The cat's ragged, dirty blue-gray fur rippled under tense muscles as she bounded across the grassy meadow.
"Bluestar!" a cat's voice called, and soon other voices chimed in.
"She's here!"
Bluestar stopped as entered the sea of cats. They were surrounded by the seeing pool. It was drying up heavily, and soon it would be nothing more than a puddle waiting to be evaportated.
"Yes," she rasped. She cleared her throat. "At last, all of StarClan is meeting."
She coughed. "Cats of StarClan," she began. "As you should all know, StarClan has lost the Great War with the Dark Forest."
The cats did not seem surprised, but they were certainly angry. Misery and rage clouded their eyes. Their pelts, once glossy, were dull and bleeding.
"Bluestar, this isn't right!" screeched a cat from the crowd. He lashed his tail. "StarClan should've won, and we would've- if only-"
"Oakheart," Bluestar meowed sharply. "What's done is done. There is nothing we can do. It is no cat's fault."
"Oh, is it now?" Oakheart hissed, his eyes gleaming with hate and cold, cold fury. "The Dark Forest is destryibg our Clans. The peace we worked so hard to build is crumbling. We should attack!"
Yowls of agreement rose from the crowd; Bluestar raised her tail for silence, but it only escalated louder and louder as more cats changed their approval.
"Stop!" yowled Bluestar. "This is not what we should do!"
"But why?" snarled Oakheart.
"They banished us from our home!" one called.
"They wounded us!" another said, pelt bristling.
"They've destroyed the Gathering, Moonpool, and everything StarClan-related!" hissed another.
More and more cats joined in, thirsty for bloodshed, eyes gleaming with hatred. Bluestar curled her tail in frustration and struggled too, wondering if she should give in-
The pool of water between them started to swirl and churn, making soft gurgling noises.
One by one, StarClan cats stopped, watching wide-eyed as the pool reflected back a cluster of Clan cats.
A chill settled on StarClan. They knew as soon as they saw it, it was time.
"You see it now, why don't you?" rasped a voice from far back. It was Yellowfang. She pushed her way to the front door o address her Clan. "You blind idiots. We should've known from the beginning it was time. But we were too distracted by revenge and evil- just as the Dark Forest wanted," she added meaningfully.
"Yellowfang is right." a beautiful she-cat rose. "Even I know it."
Everything was calm for just one moment- the calm before the storm.
Surely enough, the storm came crashing down on them. Cats shrieked as black dust enveloped them, thinking it was an attack from the Place of No Stars-
But in the dark dust, there came a booming voice:
"Thunder will strike,
Winds will blow,
Shadows of horrors
River's bank to overflow.
Each take part in the storm that will cleanse us all.
Seek forth under the earth
find the moonfilled waters and drink
and guidance will guide you."
Instantly, the voice vanished, and so did the dust. All the cat's pelts were coated with black soot.
But all of them wore the same expressions, an expression not worn since the Great War; it was hope.
A bush nearby shivered then went still, and there was pawpads thumping on the dirt, but the Clan took no notice.
Somewhere down in ThunderClan, a cat woke up, gasping.
Just as if she'd had a terrible dream.
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