Life is so incredibly fragile...
It takes a moment, a single moment to lose it. A single misstep and that is it. The life is gone, snuffed out.
And in the stars it is changed, renewed before they are sent back. Changed altered, to make a difference to the world down below.
It is still across the snow plains. Not even a slight shifting of the wind through the snow heavy branches and over the leaves. Silence. Between the roots small shapes finally emerge and dart, seeking out their food. And behind the small moving shapes are larger ones.
White fur, silver fur, blending in with the snow. Pawsteps light as they follow their prey. Crouching, tails flicking and, movement, swift and final as they catch the prey. Purring the molly straightens before whipping her head around. Tail twitching she sniffs the air before picking up the freshly killed white furred mouse and racing over the snow.
The wind howls at her back and she darts through a fallen log, emerging in a sheltered valley she deposits the mouse on a pile of various different prey animals. Licking her lips she moves through the valley and into a cave. The crackling of a fire can be heard and there is a faint wafting scent of smoke. Yet she does not pause even for a moment as she trots down through the tunnels. The further in she goes the louder whispering seems to become.
Various voices, all rising and conferring together.
Until she finally reaches the center chamber. In the middle is a fire, watched and maintained by a rather grumpy looking pure black tom with dark green eyes and fluffy fur. He glares at the other cat even as she keeps trotting past before taking her place on one of the raised flat stones around the room.
"Diamondnose?" she hears one of the nearby cats speaks and lets one ear twitch in response. Only for them to fall silent as the clear leader enters. The tom in the middle minding the fire hisses as the bulky pure white molly saunters past. Moving carefully, purposefully around the chamber before finally moving to the front and climbing up the high stones set there. The molly settles at the top allowing her tail to curl around her paws and dark green eyes overlook the room.
"Snowmoon has received a vision from Starclan!" she speaks and every cat falls silent. Every cat looks at one another and around the chamber. Looking for the pure white molly. Looking for their seer, the cat up on the rock sighs before flicking her tail. The black cat managing the fire puffs up and hisses before stalking out of the cavern.
He is soon back. Leading a blue eyed pure white molly into the chamber.
"It's Snowmoon..."
"I heard that she was deaf"
"Shh, Clearstar is right there..."
"I wonder what she saw!"
Everything falls into silence as soon as the Molly reaches the front of the room and climbs up to stand beside Clearstar. Blue eyes look around the room, as if seeking something. Or somecat in specific, eventually she just rests and settles where she is.
"I have seen a great disaster in the future... Where fire shall save Thunderclan..."
"Thunderclan?" Yowls arise from the crowd of cats.
"You expect us to care about one of the Four?"
"So fire will save them... what does that have to do with Frostclan?"
"SILENCE!" Clearstar yowls, pounding a paw on the rock and forcing the clan into quite. "What Snowmoon has to say is important, you will give her the respect deserved!"
Privately Diamondnose disagreed, they had nothing to do with Thunderclan, or any of the Four. Those clans lived over the mountains, closer to the Highstones and they never needed to fight them for territory, the only times that they dealt with them were during the six moon meetings.
"Continue Snowmoon" she carefully nudges the molly and Snowmoon's blue eyes gaze out at them.
"A great darkness approaches." Snowmoon meows, getting back onto her paws and shifting. "And with it a foreigner... Asking Starclan for their guidance I was given only these few signs..." she takes a deep breath and every cat stills in anticipation. "With two, with four the shadows of the fallen are cast in flickering flame, and only with foreign wings will the clan be saved!"
"Starclan has spoken!" Clearstar calls and the whole clan look. "With the foreign wings our clan will be saved!"
The howling winds of the snowstorm outside of a cave do not bother its occupants. Two dogs, both of them bitches, one white and brown the other black and white. And one tiny bundle curled up in blankets. Both canines look at each other before looking out into the snow.
"So..." one of them barks sitting down. "Cloudpack wishes to send us to them... I can only hope that they know what they are doing."
"I'm sure that they do... now, let's get some rest, we shall have to continue at sunrise tomorrow. Otherwise they won't survive the storm..."