Hazelnose bent down to lap at the cool icy water. She closed her eyes, and hoped for some answers to her multiplying questions. Hazelnose woke up in a dream, spirits all around her. She walked forward, hearing a faint whisper get closer and closer. She stopped, and listened. She could see a shadow of Squirrelstar, reflecting off her shadow. It was whispering to her.
"Somethings you know, I don't. Somethings I know, you don't. But it's time for one cat to learn every secret each cat has to know. This cat, is closer to you than you think. Find it, but danger you will find, if you see too far."
Hazelnose stopped dead in her tracks.
"I mustn't look to far. But who could this cat be?" And then, she thought of Sunpaw. "It couldn't..." she said aloud, and woke up, next to Sunpaw.
"It's time to head home, Sunpaw, we can't sleep for a moon, as much as we want to." Hazelnose softly mewed.
"Okay." Sunpaw responded, like something else was on his mind.
Chapter Two, 1/2, after Sunpaw and Hazelnose get home from the Moonpool. Redfern's POV.
Redfern woke up from a few precious moments of sleep. He could hardly get to sleep, worrying about Squirrelstar. He was her mate, after all. He rushed to the Medicine Cat Den first thing, hoping Squirrelstar would be alright.
She couldn't of died this soon, he thought, StarClan wouldn't allow it.
"Is she alright?!" Redfern screamed, from the enterance to the medicine cat den. He was standing under strongly weaved brambles, tucked in with cobweb and leaves to keep it steady. It kept the wind out rather nicely. He dug his claws into the hard dirt outside, waiting for an answer. There was no reply.
"Sunpaw? Hazelnose?" he mewed again, unsteadily. The only reply this time was a groan. It was from Sunpaw.
"Why wake me up so early? You don't want to wake up Squirrelstar! You have so much konger to sleep, don't worry about Squirrelstar!" Sunpaw mewed drousily.
I take it Squirrelstar's okay. He sighed. Now that he was up; the best thing to do would be to go for a walk. He started onward, thinking about nothing in perticular. He unsheathed his claws, to keep his grip on the sliding moss. He flicked his ears. He thought he heard a cat whisper. There was no cat nearby. But it was almost like he was reading some cats' thoughts.
But that can't be true. he thought to himself. I'm just... tired, that's all. But he was sure it was something much worse.
