Prologue
StarSeer opened his eyes, taking in the wispy forest around him before he spotted the dark blue pelt of RippleReader, leader of The Tribe of the Roaring River. He gave a purr of joy and went to greet his friend, butting his head against her shoulder as he mewed, "How's your tribe?" The old blind cat, granted sight in this magical dream land, swung her head round to gaze warmly at the younger tom.
"Mist that rises with the sun is expecting kittens." She meowed, voice rusty with age. StarSeer nodded, looking over RippleReader's shoulder as WindWhisperer stomped through the bramble, her amber eyes narrowed in annoyance as CloudChaser followed at her heels, looking utterly bewildered.
"Why on the green earth has The Tribe of Shooting Stars called us?" She hissed, pelt bristled as she plopped down beside StarSeer, "Is it to explain why my trbe is starving?" Her claws sunk into the earth in anger, ears plastered back against her skull. CloudChaser opened his mouth to say something but fell short as the first StarSeer, RippleReader, WindWhisper and CloudChaser appeared out of the mist.
"I want a word with you!" WindWhisperer hissed, standing nose to nose with the first WindWhisperer, her teeth bared, he fluffed out his grey pelt and glared.
"Settle down WindWhisperer." He said softly, eyes blazing with fury, "A great threat lays in front of you all." His gaze falling on each of the tribe leaders as he spoke.
The first StarSeer spoke then, grey eyes filled with sadness, "When the caves roar and the earth shakes only the one fleet and cunning as a rodent will still the forest."
Before StarSeer could even breathe a word RippleReader mewed, "The Lake will run dry and be filled with blood, and only a stinging sacrifice will bring the rain again."
WindWhisperer came forwards, eyes cold, "From the mountians will come the great death cat only the cat with the heart of a wolf can drive the beast back."
Finally CloudChaser meowed, his eyes locked onto the young ginger tom of the same name, "Beware the snake in the grass that will destroy your tribe from the inside out."
Before any question could be asked, the cats vanished, and the pale, shimmering forest disappeared under paw, leaving StarSeer with the other cats in a black void. He yowled as they too disappeared, leaving him alone, and weighted down by grief. Greif for the pain that would soon befall his Tribe. Would they even survive?
WolfCat's Corner: I am currently in college and have no idea how much time I will have to work on this, but rest assured, if it takes up all my free time, I will get this story out! (●´ω｀●) Expect the next chapter in the next couple of weeks! Bye for now!