The four cats were
eating their morning feast. When the four cats were
done, they
went to their nests and started to wash. "Mother. Father. May
I
ask you something?" mewed Angel. The two cats stopped washing
and gave
each other a quick glance.
"Sure Angel. What's on your mind?" said her mother.
"Well,"
Angel paused. "I have been having these weird dreams about these
cats that live by a lake." Her mother and father got into a
more
conferrable sitting position. Angel rocked back and forth on
her paws.
"They learn how to hunt and fight. They also take
care of their whole
group, clans is what they call it, and live
with three other clans."
Angel got closer to her parents
until she was maybe a few mouse lengths
away from them. "My
latest dream, I became an apprentice. I'm not to
sure what it
is yet, but it felt so real. This is no ordinary dream. I
feel
like I've actually lived with this clan before."
Her
mother looked at her father. "What Starclan has told us has
really
happened, Night." Whispered her mother.
"I know Luna." He whispered back.
"Starclan?"
Angel jumped to her paws. "I haven't even told you about
them
yet. How did you....know...about...them?" Luna and Night looked
at
her with sympathy in their eyes.
"Angel,"
her father began "before you were born, a mysterious cat
visited us in our dreams. This cat had stars in his pelt. He said
his
name was Winterstar."
"That's the cat that founded the clan I dream about!" Angel interrupted.
"Well,
this cat said that our daughter is going to leave us when she's eight
moons old. He said that her past is going to call her out."
Mewed her
mother. Angel looked at them, her eyes as wide as the
full moon. She was
almost eight moons old.
"Winterstar
told us that if we loved you, we would not stop you from
leaving
or keep you in the dark. Of course we did not believe this cat.
What
does a dead cat know after all?" said her father.
Her
mother looked her in the eyes. "But, apparently, we were wrong."
They both looked at their paws. "We are sorry we did not
tell you
sooner. We didn't..." her mother couldn't finish.
"I don't believe this. I thought I was going crazy. Dreaming
of this
weird world I have never heard of before." Angel
gave her chest fur a
couple of licks. "I believe Winterstar
is right. I think I need to go
out into this forest, find this
lake, and find Winterclan. I believe
they need my help. Maybe
that's why I was reincarnated." The three
cats stared at
each other, long moment past in silence. No cat knew what
to say.
No cat knew what to do.
It was Night who got to his paws and
broke the silence. "We must think
of a way to get you out of
here. Your destiny is calling." He mewed
bravely. He looked
at his daughter. He loved her very much but he knew
it was the
right thing to do.
"Look I know what this cat said, but
its getting colder out there. Soon
it may snow. We can't send her
out into that deathtrap." Her mother said
with tears in her
eyes.
"I must go" Angel mewed standing up. "Winterclan needs me!"
Koko, who was listening to
their conversation, tiled his head in
thought. "She could
run out of this house when that kit opens that door
to feed us."
The three cats stared at him in shock.
"What a
brilliant idea!" yelled Angel. She could easily run out of the
room find the door and run outside. Then her adventure would
truly
begin.
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It wasn't long before the
cats got their evening meal. All three cats
were sitting in their
eating spots except for Angel who was hiding in
the cat trees. As
soon as that door opened she was going to make a break
for it.
The door opened and the kit came in with three bowls. Her mother,
father, and brother started to meow loudly, distracting the kit.
Angel
jumped off the cat tree and ran. She raced across the floor
she had
seen many times before but had never been in. There were
so many objects
she couldn't identify and the other housefolk
were sitting in a circle,
eating. She was spotted by the
housefolk, who got up and chased after
her. She ran to the right
avoiding their paws, when she saw a bright
light in the middle of
a doorway. That must be it, the way outside. She
bolted to
the door and slammed into it. It opened and she ran outside.
She
was in the garden she had seen so many times before. She ran across
the yard, jumped the fence and hid in a near by bush panting. She
did
it. She was finally out and could start her adventure.
