Yellowpelt flicked her ear in annoyance at the snoring of the medicine cat apprentice, Rollpaw, and felt the air bury into her coat, threatening to make her shiver at any moment.
Climbing out of the cave from which the cold emanated, she shook as a new temperature hilted into her fur. Must be cold everywhere at this point, though nothing could be worse than the cave. She viewed the warrior sitting vigil for the night, and climbed onto a rock jutting out of the undergrowth.
Her green eyes glowed as she viewed the stars, purring in satisfaction when her eyes met with a cat, from which stars danced upon its pelt.
It swerved about in the sky as it pranced down from its normal territory, perhaps excited about her new prophecy. The star-cat knew that she could deliver it and gain satisfaction, or meet a cat's eyes, filled with sorrow and regret.
Its paws met different levels of ground as it hovered near the dirt, and Yellowpelt leapt down to meet the cat, as it shined with the stars' brightnesses.
Yellowpelt, from far off, had not gotten a great view of this cat. Now that she was near, she had a clear view of a scar over the bridge of the star-cat's nose, and a red hue to the cat's fur.
Rowanstripe, a former deputy, killed in battle by the seemingly wretched ShadowClan. She knew this cat, as she had grieved for him all through that fateful moon. Lost in memories, she failed to note that the cat was even still there.
"I can see you've almost the same attention span as you did whenever I had passed. Charming. Though, the light had faded from my eyes before they had dragged me into the camp, sister. You had no chance of saving me, and you were well aware of that. My now-scars were simply something unfixable."
He emphasized this by dragging his paw across the 'x' on the middle of his neck, then raising it to trace the cut in his ear. He could not reach the scar stretching across his shoulder, though a glance back was enough for Yellowpelt.
"You had bled out before I could've gotten to you. It took a month for the rains to wash out the blood that had been dragged across the forest, and you know how heavy the rains have been here."
"Of course, though conversation is not what I am here for. I've come to deliver a prophecy to WindClan; my first prophecy for a fact."
"Could you give me a simple one, instead of a tongue-twisting riddle, Rowanstripe?" The tom laughed,"Oh, but you wouldn't deprive us of our specialty, Yellowpelt."
Yellowpelt let out a sigh, and tried to score her claws across her brother; though she had never fought, and he simply leapt back. Not that he needed to. "Alright, I'm ready to remember and decipher your tongue-twisters."
"Let me instead show you, Yellowpelt." Rowanstripe unsheathed his claws, scoring them across the sky to let a piece of it fall out. Just before it made level with the ground, he grabbed it, the stars adding more glimmering to his paws.
Yellowpelt looked into the sudden image as it played out. Orange, yellow, and red flames scattered, burning what greenery the moor had.
Yellowpelt's eyes widened as she noticed a shape forming, a wild grin on the cat's face. She leapt backwards, scattering off her rock, and watched as the cat jumped forward, growling in aggression, as his claws dug straight into her paws, making her let out a caterwaul of pain.
In her confusion, her footing was lost as she fell, yowling as she tried to turn in the air to land on all fours, all she saw was flames engulfing her as she fell into the red death.
Everything went black.