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Hills met blue skies as far as the eye could see; Every tree's leaves swished together, making noises like whispers that could not be heard. Gray paws approached blue-gray ones, only two cats visible in the vast space of StarClan.
"Yellowfang." The tom acknowledged, cherishing each moment he had in StarClan and had the gift of sight, even if it seemed it was just for moments. He continued when the noble former medicine cat did not speak. She only sat a bit straighter, tail wrapped around her paws tightly. "Why have you brought me here? I expected peaceful dreams tonight."
The gray cat mrrowed softly with a chuckle. "There's never peace for a medicine cat." She turned serious with a hiss, broken and yellow teeth bared.
Jayfeather grew nervous under her burning gaze; his flicking from right to left in search of other cats. "Where is everyone?" He questioned.
"You don't stop questioning, do you." She growled, hesitated, and then continued. "I brought you here because I don't want any other cats overhearing. What I'm about to tell you is very, very important, and for you to know... For now."
The current ThunderClan medicine cat felt a pang in his belly like he had swallowed a rock. "What does this mean?" He asked in a low tone, nothing conveying his nervousness.
"The third kin...they're destined for extraordinary things."
Jayfeather gulped and began to back away. "Is this a prophecy? Yellowfang, the Clans are still recovering! The Great Battle was merely a year ago!"
The she-cat leaped forward so she was nose to nose with him. "Do you think I don't know that?!" She snarled. "Do you think I'd have brought you here if this was not important?!"
He held her gaze as she went back to her sitting position, silence growing like plants in New-Leaf.
"The third kin...they're all set to bring in a new era to this forest...show things no cat has ever seen. Whether these things are great or horrible, that is to be decided by the path in life they chose." She spoke quickly, knowing that what was minutes in StarClan were hours in ThunderClan's time.
Jayfeather shook his head, confused. "The third kin? Of what? To who?"
Yellowfang looked down, then to Jayfeather again. He saw something in her eyes he had never before detected- apprehension. "The third kin to two. Some may rein horror upon the forest, others may show greatness. This is all I can tell you. I'm sorry."
"No!" Jayfeather growled. "You can't do this again! Will cats die? Who is this third kin to? Are they already alive?!" He had questions buzzing in his brain like bees. But he knew all too well as Yellowfang began floating away in the breeze like dust and the gorgeous hills and skies began to fade- those questions would not be answered by Yellowfang.
A/N: I hope this is well written and not too cliche, and I hope you can't already figure it out. But if you have, continue reading anyway; this has plenty of entertaining things coming. :) I'm writing the next chapter right now!