Chapter One - The Prophecy
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Jawpaw pranced toward the Moonpool, eager to share dreams with StarClan for some strange reason. He wasn't usually this excited; usually, he'd just get a bunch of starry-furred cats angered at him for searching through the other cat's dreams, and Mothwing would just catch up on sleep, dreaming about catching a mouse or something. But, this time, it felt different. He felt like something strange and amazing would happen tonight, after he lapped the cold, starry water of the Moonpool, and fell into a deep dreaming sleep, where he would have sight. Before he knew it, Littlecloud's scent flooded over him. He had been so excited about going to share dreams with StarClan that he didn't even notice the small tom's arrival, before he spoke out,
"Greetings, Leafpool. Jaypaw." Jaypaw then knew that Leafpool and he would nod to each other, and he repeated it, looking to where Littlecloud's scent was. Soon after, Barkface's and Kestrelpaw's scent flooded him, and he knew that only Mothwing and Willowpaw were missing. They quickly greeted each other, and waited a bit before Mothwing and Willowpaw came. They headed toward the pool, the Moonpool, found by Leafpool, guided by StarClan. Soon enough and once again, Jaypaw felt his paws sliding into the ancient paw-steps, carved into the stone by the ancient cats that lived here before. They reached the Moonpool, and the two ThunderClan cats waited until the others were sleeping, before Leafpool told Jaypaw,
"Good dreams, Jaypaw, now go to sleep." Only then, did Jaypaw lap at the cool surface of the starry pool, coolness gripping his small gray body. He slipped into unconsciousness, dreaming, a forest lit by dim lights lay ahead. He padded closer, unafraid, for he knew it was a dream. He could see. Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.
Jaypaw entered the dimly lit forest, and it suddenly darkened. Shadows creeped around him, and he felt as if he was being watched by the sly eyes of a fox. Out of no where, an almost transparent cat's face appeared before him, eyes closed. It was the same gray color of himself, and it seemed almost like a mirror image of him. He heared a soft whisper, not quite knowing what it was saying, but then it cleared. A clear, soft, she-cat sounding, whispered whisked around him, speaking like the StarClan cats did, but he couldn't pick which one it was. Then, it whispered,
"When sightless see", and the cat opened it's eyes to reveal piercing blue eyes, icy and cold, but warm at the same time. The stench of blood, rusty and warm, filled his nostrils and he extended his claws, grasping the cool grass. Then, a mysterious black cat appeared from the underbrush, crystal silvery-blue eyes staring right at him, but seeming to focus on something beyond him that he couldn't see. As the cat neared him, in the center of the clearing, ice came with her, and snow started falling softly. It froze the trees, icicles freezing instantly on the leaves and branches. While the cat neared, the same soft whispered mewed into his ear,
"Ice will come". The blood stench neared, strengthening, until a crimson wave splashed into the clearing. The voice whispered more urgently now,
"And blood will rule the forest!" The voice cracked, and, suddenly, Jaypaw went back to the black emptiness that he never seemed to be able to escape.
He repeated the prophecy in his head, still shocked,
'When sightless see, Ice will come, and blood will rule the forest. . . What could that possibly mean?!' Jaypaw struggled. He wanted to get back to camp quickly to see if Leafpool had the same dream, too. Jaypaw smelled her, anxiety coming off in waves. She did have the same dream, or at least something very similar. The cats all had solemn faces, though Jaypaw didn't know, as he was, after all, blind.
Leafpool lead the way back toward ThunderClan territory, and the other cats split after saying their goodbyes. The pair neared the hollow of the ThunderClan camp, and slid down into it. They hurried to the medicine cat den, and Jaypaw was first to speak. It wasn't his usual voice, it was more of a whisper,
"When sightless see, ice will come, and blood will rule the forest. . ." Leafpool gasped at Jaypaw,
"You had it too. . ." It wasn't a question, it was more of a statement.
"What does it mean!?" Jaypaw asked, his whisper almost like a wail. Leafpool answered slowly, looking thoughtful,
"I don't know, Jaypaw, I just don't know."
Jawpaw curled in his moss bed, hopeful that he'd have a different dream, one to pull him away from the terror of the prophecy dream. His wish acme true that night. The dense forest rose around him, and the smelled of prey. Thick, beyond thick prey. There were mice, vole, birds, and squirrels flourishing all around him, and he had his sight. He was going to hunt. He stalked up to a squirrel, pounced on it, and killed it with a swift bite. His dream felt so real that he could practically taste the warm meat as he tore into it ravenously. He cauht more and more prey, devouring each and every one ravenously, like he hadn't eaten in a whole moon. Then, a pregnant queen, her round belly buldging, lay ahead of him, in the thin trees. He caught a bird, and fed it to the queen, feeling better that he was sharing his easy meals. Then a huge rabbit, bigger than a rabbit he'd ever felt or seen before, hopped out in front of him. It was hoping away, it was getting away from him. He leaped, almost five fox-lengths, and was about to land on the rabbit, until...
"Jaypaw... Jaypaw!" A paw prodded him in the stomach. He growled, softly of course, at Leafpool.