Summary: Rainstorm has always wondered about life outside of the Clans since she was a kit. Windstorm didn't want to be anything other than a normal warrior and certainly didn't want to deal with any prophecies. A single dream brings them together on what seems to be a wild goose chase a long ways away from home. Thunderstorm knows his life isn't with Seaclan, with no danger. Instead it's fighting and protecting...someone. Lightning was Selected at birth to protect her Clan through a prophecy. Trained all her life, failure is not an option. Life threatens them all but for some it's not the first time.
Yellow eyes opened in a flash and Rainstorm scrambled to her feet.
"Watch it." One of her fellow warriors growled as she accidently kicked him with one of her back paws. Another warrior hissed as Rainstorm stepped on her tail.
"Sorry!" Rainstorm mewed and ducked outside the warrior's den. Almost immediately she was drenched. It seemed that the storm in her dream wasn't just a dream.
The she-cat decided to seek shelter under one of the many trees that covered their camp. It didn't keep out all the rain but it kept her from most of the water falling from the skies. She wouldn't remain dry but she wouldn't be soaking wet either.
"Awful morning today, isn't it?" Rainstorm turned her head to see the Forestclan medicine cat sitting closer to the trunk of the tree where it was somewhat drier.
"Hello Morningsong." Rainstorm dipped her head to the cream colored she-cat in greeting. "I doubt anyone will want to leave camp in this weather."
Morningsong purred in agreement.
"Some will need to be brave enough to do so, however." She pointed out. "The Clan will need fresh-kill sometime today and if the warriors refused to go out and hunt when there was horrible weather, the Clan would never be fed during leafbare. Not to mention, there's a Meeting tonight."
Rainstorm nodded silently. She had noticed over the last few nights that the moon was close to full. The two she-cats sat in silence for a bit more before Rainstorm decided to bring up her dream.
"Morningsong," she began hesitantly. The medicine cat gave the newly made warrior her full attention, knowing something was up. Since Rainstorm had been a kit and she herself had been an apprentice, Morningsong had always known that the younger she-cat had a destiny to fulfill. Rainstorm continued.
"I had a dream last night. It wasn't like other dreams I've had before, where I was chasing a butterfly or hunting a mouse. I think it may have been a prophecy, but I don't know why I, a warrior, would be having prophetic dreams."
"Explain the dream to me," Morningsong demanded gently, prompting the she-cat to continue.
"It was storming out." Rainstorm began. "But it wasn't a regular storm. It was the storm of all storms, complete with rain, wind, lightning, and thunder. I was running to get away from it."
Rainstorm took a deep breath and forced herself to continue.
"As I was running, I saw kits being born and warriors dying. The different seasons and fire burning away newly grown plants. A voice was hissing in my ear, 'Life begins and ends with a storm'. There was a war being fought on the moor, more cats than Forestclan and Moorclan could hold taking part. More cats were joining."
Another deep breath was needed. Morningsong sat silently, letting the warrior tell the story at her own pace.
"In the lights of Nightclan, an eye was formed. It started out yellow, then green, then blue, and then half green and half blue. When I looked back to the moor, I was no longer there. I was at the Great Waters and the next time I looked, I was in the Great Hills.
"I heard my mother's voice. She was telling me that the journey was long and hard and that I couldn't do it alone. She mentioned something about a storm having four parts. Everything faded and that's when I woke up."
Morningsong pawed at the dirt, thinking about what she just heard.
"It's definitely a prophecy." She admitted. "Though I've never heard of a prophecy being so clear and so vague at the same time. It tells you where you must go and what you must find but it doesn't give a hint to what you are going to prevent, besides from a war."
Morningsong looked at Rainstorm, who looked very much shaken and like she wanted to hide in her den. She purred, trying to comfort the young she-cat.
"From the day you were born, Rainstorm, I knew that you had something greater in store for you. It was only more apparent when you were a kit. You kept asking for stories about things that happened outside of the clans and you were always curious about what lay outside the territories."
Rainstorm looked at the ground, slightly embarrassed. All that Morningsong was saying was true. She had been a very curious kit.
"You think there's others I need to find then?" She asked. "And that I'll have to travel further than any other cats have before to find them, whoever they are."
Morningsong nodded.
"Start close to home though. I have a feeling that there's a cat in Moorclan that has had a similar dream." The medicine cat mentioned. "It's best that you have a partner to go with you on your journey before you leave. I'll talk to Ashstar about letting you go to the Meeting tonight. Hopefully you'll find the one then."
"How will I know?" Rainstorm asked, sheathing and unsheathing her claws in the dirt nervously.
"You'll just know." Morningsong replied.
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