PROPHECY I
The sun showed weakly through the tall, towering trees of StormClan, barely managing to spread a little light on the thick grass below.
A white cat scurried out of a patch of bushes, apparently in a hurry.
It was muttering to itself.
The cat climbed tediously up a large slope, until it was out of the gorge.
It walked up to a rock stuck in the middle of a cliff, with a small alcove behind it.
"Gingerstar?" It – she mewed meekly.
A large ginger cat uncurled from its den and walked out to stand across from the white she-cat.
"What is it, Pineheart?" Gingerstar mewed.
Pineheart looked up weakly.
"I found MelodyCloud . . . " She mewed.
Gingerstar blinked.
"Is she . . . Still alive?" he asked.
Pineheart looked quite sad.
"I don't know how she got there, Gingerstar!" She mewed.
"She . . . She was far beyond saving, if you get my drift. I have never seen wounds like that before in my life!"
Gingerstar grimaced.
"I am sorry, Pineheart. Has there been no sign from StarClan?"
Pineheart looked up apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Gingerstar – but no. I have not had any sign for moons."
Gingerstar looked worried.
"How can we conquer such an enemy we cannot see? How can we regain our dead?" He mewed sadly, an odd edge to his voice.
"I don't know, Gingerstar. That's for you and ForestFur to figure out – not me." She said hollowly.
Gingerstar dismissed the cat with a flick of his tail, and Pineheart padded off solemnly.
Was there nothing she could do for her clan? No answer to their desperate questions from StarClan?
She looked up, towards the sky and to her amazement saw a band of cats sitting there near the sun.
She gasped, in amazement and tried to contain her excitement that her prayers had been answered.
A tall gray cat stood up, her blue eyes sparkling.
Lightning will strike twice, She warned. Don't be afraid of the thunder that follows – Even if it means more trouble for all the clans.
With that, the band of cats vanished – leaving Pineheart to stare in amazement.
She blinked slowly and then scurried back to Gingerstar's den.
"Gingerstar!" She whispered hurriedly.
Gingerstar mewed from his den "What now, Pineheart?" In a hopeless voice.
Pineheart told him what she had heard, and he listened with his eyes closed.
"But what does it mean, Pineheart?"
Pineheart shook her head. "I don't know." She mewed. "But I will try to find out, and get back to you."
Gingerstar nodded and Pineheart slowly padded back to her own den.
"I don't know . . ." she whispered to herself.