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A storm was brewing outside the forest. Rainstorm could sense it in the air. The wind brushed past her black fur and slender body faster and harsher than normal. The air held the intense, sweet smell of rain.
The next moment, Rainstorm's prediction came true. Lightning brightened the sky in a quick flash as she felt the thunder in her very bones. Amber eyes widened in fright at the suddeness of it all. The storm wasn't miles away like she originally thought. It was right upon her.
A bolt of lightning struck just fox lengths away from the slender cat and she began to panic. Without thinking, Rainstorm began to run. Trees fell around her as the wind howled angrily. As Rainstorm ran, visions flashed through her mind. Visions of kits being born and warriors dying in battle. Visions of newleaf and leafbare. Plants gre only to be scorched away by fire. Animals born only to be killed by their hunters.
Life begins and ends with a storm, the wind seemed to hiss as Rainstorm broke from the cover of the forest. What she saw stopped her in her tracks immediately.
A war was being fought out on the moor. Never before had Rainstorm seen so many cats, not even at the Gatherings each moon. In the distance Rainstorm could make out four identical cats racing to help. Behind them, the warriors of Nightclan moved to form a single eye in the stars. Lightning flashed once and the center of the eye shone yellow. Another flash and the iris was a dark green. A third, and now it was dark blue.
What confused Rainstorm was the fourth flash of lightning. The center of the eye changed to half blue, half green.
Another crash of thunder and the battle of the moor was gone. Rainstorm stood beside the Great Waters, a place she knew about only from legends. Another crash and she was prowling the mountains.
"The journey is long and hard, Rainstorm." Immediately, the young she-cat recognized her mother's voice, even though her mother had joined Nightclan when she was still an apprentice. The black warrior glanced around hoping to get a glimpse of her mother but there was no such luck.
"You can't do it alone." Her mother's voice continued. "Remember, every storm has four parts." The voice began to fade as did the visions. Soon Rainstorm was all alone on the moor, at the edge of the forest. One more time the wind hissed in her ear.
Life begins and ends with a storm.