The black and white she-cat stepped gently out of the water. Her pelt shone like the stars above her, creating the effect of a sacred light come down from the heavens. Her companion caught her as she stumbled with weakness; and the black and white she-cat buried her face in that soft, silver fur.
"StarClan bless, are you alright?" The silver cat asked with concern, for the black and white she-cat still hadn't said a word. She had no intention to; all she wanted to do was to hide from the world around her. Everything seemed too vast, so out of her control that she felt more tiny and insignificant than ever. But faster than she could blink, a new feeling washed over her, taking complete control. She had no conscious memory of wanting to get up, but she did, and when she spoke the words felt foreign, not her own.
"Life as we know it will cease to exist. Chaos will reign, and two Clans will fall to Darkness and Storms." The black and white she-cat whispered with terror. Her eyes, usually so bright and alive were dull with defeat, and her world swam around her. The feeling that had so briefly given her strength disappeared, and she collapsed on the spot. The silver cat gave no move to help her up, because she was frozen with horror. The silver cat moaned aloud and lifted her head to the sky, her body quivering with sudden fury.
But when she opened her mouth, she found nothing to say. It was irrational and ungrateful to question those who had helped and guided them for so long. She could only hope and pray that StarClan had something planned, for at the moment they were too weak to face the upcoming danger alone.