A/N- Sorry for the exceedingly short chapter, but once again i've got timing issues! And that's because my internet at home's crashed and i've got to do this in my free time at school, so sorry. But i hope you like it nonetheless. Free Rockreader plushie and interpretting the wall handbook for whoever guesses what the disaster is! Oh and by the way, Mist is the heroine of this story. Thanks!
Disclaimer- Warriors is not mine, and nor is Stoneteller- he has a guest appearance.
Spoiler Alert!- The next author's note contains spoilers for Outcast!
A/N2- I've now decided that this story is set around about the start of the Power of Three series, just before those rogues started attacking the Tribe of Rushing Water, as described in Outcast.
Chapter 1
The Prophecy
Rockreader was sitting in his cave, staring at the walls. The carvings there had changed since the previous day, and he didn't like the signs.
The patch of wall which represented the clan now had a deep groove carved out of it, and the spot which represented the tribe cats had many small lines running through it, all pointing away from the mountain.
The message was clear. His tribe would have to leave. And their home would be destroyed.
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Mist was worried. In her dream she could see cats, countless cats, fleeing in panic. Some of them she recognised, and had solid forms. Others were more ghostly looking, and they had stars in their fur.
All of a sudden, she saw a huge fire erupt from the mountain which she knew to be her home and it poured into the sky and down the mountain, consuming everything in its path.
Mist fled from the fire, but it was too fast, and flowed over her, causing pain to course through her body.
As she awoke, panting and gasping, she knew only one thing. Disaster was coming to the tribe.
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Stoneteller was in the Cave of Pointed Stones, staring into the pools of water. They were rippling in the breeze.
Change is coming.
The wind stirred the furthest puddles, not those closest to him.
To somewhere far away.
A drip fell into the pool by his paws.
But close too. A part of us.
Suddenly, the tip broke off one of the stones hanging from the roof, and it splashed down into the farthest puddle, causing the water to scatter everywhere, the pool destroyed.
And that place shall be no more.