Rain pelted down from StarClan, the downpour soaking the land without mercy. Prey had fled into the shadows of their burrows and waited for the rain to cease. Ferns and fronds dripped the excess water from their leaves onto the drenched earth below. Large puddles formed which were a few fox lengths and seemed fairly deep.
Bright golden eyes shone in the deep shadows of the forest and a large tom padded out, his dark fur plastered to his body. Glancing up at the sky, the tom continued on his way though he avoided the puddles and roots of the trees which stuck out from the ground like puckered sores. His white forepaw dirtied easily and turned to a light brown thanks to the mud that seeped between his toes. Hissing in frustration, the tom sped up to a quick trot.
His destination wasn't too far from his current location and he knew it; he couldn't help but feel slightly encouraged. This tom had been traveling for many moons now, searching for something because of the strange dreams he had been having. His dreams told him of a she-cat that could free him from his terrible past and in order to find the she-cat, he must travel far from his old home and seek out the wild cats who took refuge near a lake.
The Clans. That's what the strange, starry cats told Rowan. They didn't tell Rowan who the she-cat was, but they showed him her image. She is a slender silver and white tabby with dark blue eyes, white paws like his, a white belly, and a soft looking muzzle. This she-cat make look younger, but it wasn't an issue since Rowan himself was a younger tom. She was the cat of his dreams. The one he's supposed to be with for the rest of his life.
Purring softly at her memory, Rowan picked up speed again until he was racing through the rain-soaked forest. With ease, he wove between trees and leaped over tree roots. Soon enough, he appeared on a rise. The rain began to cease; the moon was starting to show through the clouds and lit up a lake. On the far side of the lake, a forest full of deciduous trees was present, beside that a forest that was made of pine trees. Closest to him, a river ran to the lake and the scent of cat wafted up to him since the breeze was blowing his way.
An island lay close to the river, a fallen pine creating a bridge to it. There was a section of rolling hills near a home for no-furs. The strong scent of horse assaulted Rowan's nostrils and his crinkled his nose up to try and block out the stench.
Movement caught Rowan's eyes; he narrowed them until he was certain that the silvery shapes he saw were two cats. Perhaps one was the she-cat he's been looking for! Though, he didn't think so since his heart told him that it was a negative. Nonetheless, he had a feeling that if he was to find her, he needed to speak to these cats.
Slowly, he walked down the rocky surface of the rise and headed towards the cats. He was going to find this she-cat and he was going to find her tonight.
