A/N: Well folks, here it is. The sequel to "A Girl's Pawprints". Even if you haven't read my other story, you can still read this one. Allow me to give you all a better summary than the one I just gave you:
Solfur is everything you'd expect a ThunderClan warrior to be: caring, a skilled fighter, and friendly to his clanmates. It's not only his loyalty and skills that make him and his sister, Emeraldcloud, the most liked cats in ThunderClan. When they were kits, their mother, Violetmoon, a powerful half-Spirit that, helped to save the clans from an evil that would destroy the world. But now Violetmoon is gone, and all the clans have to remember her by are her two kits. But now, Solfur is answering the call he's felt in his heart since he was an apprentice. The journey will change him, and what he faces might destroy them. His fate's in his own paws now . . . or shall we say . . . hands.
Lucinda is a spunky teenager living in New York City. Half of Lucinda's life is a mystery that not even the adoption agency her parent's adopted her from knows about. This only makes her more frustrated and angry. Most of Lucinda's life has been a mess involving drugs, crazy parties, trouble at school, and the local gang fights in her neighborhood. But then she begins to have strange dreams of a queen from another world. Can Lucinda break her bad habits and lifestyle, and go after what these dreams are telling her to do? What she is meant to do?
Their lives are about to change forever. Two completely different lifestyles. Two completely different species. One same purpose.
Come and walk in a tom's footsteps.
Prologue
The small Spirit in the form of a fox dropped what looked like a mutated crow at Violetmoon's feet. The bird had no feathers, only wrinkly purple skin. It's eyes looked ready to pop out of its head, and its beak was a dull green color.
Violetmoon scowled. "What's this?"
The fox looked from the bird to her. "More demons have reached into Cunar. From what I heard from those who have escaped, if a demon touches you, this is what could happen."
Another Spirit standing behind the chair that Violetmoon sat gasped. The Spirit was in the form of a human. She reached her hand out to the bird. Violetmoon quickly seized her wrist.
"Don't touch it!" she screamed, startling both Spirits.
Violetmoon let out a breath. "I'm sorry I yelled like that Kama, but anything that has been touched by a demon is deadly, even to the most powerful Spirit."
Kama nodded, understanding. She backed away from the crow and stood behind Violetmoon with her arms behind her back.
Violetmoon turned her attention back to the fox. "Has there been any sign of Raamah?"
The fox shook his head. "No madam. If Raamah is there, then he's hiding."
"Well he has to be there! Who else could be leading these demons into Cunar?"
"I've heard rumors from escapers that Raamah had rounded up some allies who help him. He's managed to reach out to half-Spirits, evil spirits, and even the mortals who possess little power."
Violetmoon put her face in her hands in anguish. Kama placed a comforting hand on Violetmoon. She looked up to the Spirit.
"They're counting on me," Violetmoon almost wailed. "They're counting on me to save their world and I can't."
"You must send her," the fox said. "There's not much time. Raamah's vengeance is what's fueling his power. And as we know, vengeance never dies."
"It can keep the body alive for decades," Violetmoon said. "But can destroy the soul in a few years."
She looked down to the fox. "I can't send her. She's not ready. She's doesn't even know."
"You didn't know anything when Mother Gana got you," Kama said, a teasing smile on her face.
Violetmoon smiled, thinking back to the time when she was a young, foolish human girl and Mother Gana was the first Spirit she had ever met. She was her mentor, her guide, until she was destroy by the damaged half-Spirit Kiara, whom Violetmoon freed and allowed Kiara to go live with her mother who she longed to see for centuries.
"That was a different situation," Violetmoon stated.
"How different?" the fox asked.
Violetmoon's mouth went dry. She leaned back in her chair and sensed the presence of a new Spirit entering the room.
A scrawny, furless cat padded into Violetmoon's marble room. He looked with eyeless sockets at the three Spirits, but bowed only to Violetmoon.
"If I may speak?" he asked.
She nodded. "Go ahead Rock."
"The tom is growing strong," Rock said in a hoarse voice, a very old voice. "He does good everyday, and has developed a strong heart. He appears to be immune to things like greed, lust, corruption, and most of all, evil. Bless the she-cat who raised him. Never have I seen such a honest and compassionate living thing."
Violetmoon couldn't help but smile. She felt proud of the young Thunderclan warrior Rock spoke of.
"And his powers?" she asked.
Rock sighed. The smile disappeared off her face.
"He's confused and scared Violetmoon. Only him and his sister know about his powers. Trying to hide them from the clan is becoming more and more of a challenge."
"Why should he be frightened? If his own mother was a half-Spirit he shouldn't really feel worried."
Rock was silent. There was something his wasn't telling Violetmoon and she could sense it. She leaned a little closer and looked into his eyeless sockets.
"Tell me Rock. Tell me the problem."
The old Spirit struggled for words. "He bears a very rare burden that most half-Spirits never do."
Violetmoon raised her eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Madam he . . . . He can see death . . . . before it happens."
A dreadful silence filled the cold marble room. Violetmoon's mouth hung open. Slowly, she sat up in her chair. She had no words for this. When she became leader of the Spirits, she had heard of the very few half-Spirits who had the "gift" of seeing the death of anyone before it occurs. The Spirits called it the Dark Sight. It was said the reason a half-Spirit received such a power was because they were cursed in a past life by a Spirit for doing evil. But it has been years since anyone's heard of a half-Spirit with the Dark Sight. And Violetmoon never thought it would be this cat that would receive it. Not this half-Spirit. Not her own son.
"He scared," Rock said again. "Last week he had a vision of an elder in his clan dying. He only kept silent because he was scared of what the clan by do or say to him."
"Didn't it ever occur to him that he might try to stop some of these visions from happening?" Violetmoon suggested.
Rock shook his head. "Solfur's a very bright cat, but not even his great knowledge can stop his fear."
She sighed sadly. "I should've done something earlier, I should've sent a Spirit to help him out. Now he's petrified of his own gifts."
"He's fine using his regular powers," Rock said. "It's just the Dark Sight that spooks him."
Violetmoon nodded. She thought about the whole situation. Cunar's slow fall to ruins, Raamah, the girl, and now Solfur and his Dark Sight. If Violetmoon were a mortal again, she would've felt the stress of all this on her shoulders and had a meltdown. But Spirits can't feel such stress. Only pressure.
She looked to Kama. "Go find Mary. Tell her come. I have an important assignment for her."
Kama bowed and left the room.
Violetmoon turned her attention to Rock.
"Return to the tunnels. Keep watch over the clans."
"What do you think I do there all day, play Sudoku?"
Violetmoon ignored Rock's sarcastic comment. "Watch over him until the time comes. Make sure no harm comes to him."
Rock nodded. "And the girl?"
Violetmoon sighed, as if just thinking about her made Violetmoon exhausted.
"She'll be difficult. A wild one she is. But in time she'll come to her senses. She's only a child."
"Sometimes we need to grow fast," Rock said sternly.
Violetmoon looked to the side, staring out one of the big windows that looked out into the Spirit world.
"Yes," she said to no one in particular. "Sometimes we do, for the sake of others. I just wish it didn't have to be these two . . ."
A/N: I would let those butterflies settle for a few more minutes. Comment and tell me what you think? Am I off to a good start? Let me know my little darlings :)