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Chapter 7

Sible woke, glancing up into the trees. She saw nothing but the leaves swaying in the soft wind. She looked over at Lesier's nest and her sister was gone.

Probably out hunting again, Sible sighed. She got up and padded over to the small pond in her clearing. As she lapped up the water, she smelled another scent of cat.

Not again! She cried and whipped around, her pelt bristling. It was just the wind. But that scent seemed so familiar… Then what happened in her dream came rushing back to her like a bolt of lightning.

The blue-gray she-cat called Bluestar, the Clans, the answers Sible needed, her mother… Sible sighed and laid her head on her paws. Her mother was dead, and there was nothing she could do about it.

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"Goodbye, Sible," Saphria murmured. Pressing her muzzle to her daughters. Lesier stayed quiet, and waved her tail in farewell to her mother. Sible guessed they'd already said goodbye to each other earlier.

"You never did tell me where you were going, Mother," Sible meowed and stared at Saphria with big green eyes. Saphria sighed and rested her tail on Sible's shoulder.

"I'm going on a short journey, young one," she meowed, "I will be back though, I promise." Saphria licked Sible's forehead and bounded away. Sible stared sadly at her mother. Suddenly Saphria turned again.

"Don't worry Sible," she called, "Lesier will take care of you!" and with that, she was gone.

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"Sible," Lesier prodded her sister in the side with a paw, "Wake up. Stop daydreaming."

The striped golden she-cat let out a yelp of surprise and then stared at Lesier. "Where did mother go? On the journey, I mean." She demanded. Lesier looked taken aback by the sudden question. "I don't know, she didn't tell me."

"Yes she did!" Sible growled, her neck fur beginning to bristle, "Tell me, Lesier. Now."

"Why do you even care?" her sister snapped back, "She's going to find us, Sible. She can answer your questions then."

Sible plopped on the ground, causing Lesier to stumble back a few steps. "She's dead, Lesier. Mother. Is. Dead."

Lesier rolled her eyes, "How can you possibly know that? Have hope."

Sible looked down, "She was in my dream last night, Lesier. She told me she was dead. Tawe was there, too." She glanced up on the last part. Lesier was still touchy about the subject of their father.

Sible watched as many emotions played across Lesier's face. Hate, anger, sadness, shock. Sible thought it was odd that her sister looked shocked after all of the other emotions. She shrugged it off; they just didn't absorb information the same way.

"Sometimes a dream is just a dream," Lesier murmured and padded away slowly with her head and tail drooping. Sible stared after Lesier and watched her sister flop down in her nest. She then looked around for the prey pile.

Odd, Sible thought, there is none. She stood up, forcing herself to stop thinking about her mother, and went off to search for more prey.

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Sible padded back into camp with two mice and a vole clamped in her jaws. She took a mouse for herself and set the vole down where her sister was still asleep. Lesier stirred, and Sible jumped back at the unsuspected movement.

"Thank you." Lesier meowed sadly and started biting into her vole. Sible's ears pricked.

"You didn't have the dream about the blue-gray she-cat?" she asked questioningly. She hadn't even stopped to think about asking that.

"She-cat? No." her sister replied around a mouth full of vole.

"Oh…" Sible meowed, "Why?"

Lesier let out a small, sad mrrow of laughter, "Sible," she meowed with the slightest amusement in her tone, "I can't help what I do and don't dream."

"Oh," Sible repeated, "Right."

Lesier stood up and watched Sible as she ate.

"Can I help you?" The golden she-cat asked.

"I think I believe you. About the dream…though I really wish I didn't." Lesier meowed, staring at her paws.

"Does this mean you'll tell me where Mother went?"

"Saphria went…to find Tawe," Lesier started, "She told me she had one other quest to fulfill before she came back, but she said she wasn't entirely sure she was up to it just yet. She obviously didn't find Tawe. I knew he was already dead, but Saphria wouldn't listen. She said to have hope."

Sible noticed the last part. Have hope. Didn't Lesier just say that this morning?

"You're so much like her." Sible mewed, and then asked, "Why did she go to find Tawe? If he'd already been gone that long, then wasn't all hope lost already?"

"Sible," Lesier meowed, her eyelids narrowing in obvious question, "Tawe wasn't gone as long as you think. He was here when you were born, even though that seems like forever ago. How old are you now?"

"Ten moons," Sible meowed automatically, she'd been counting. Tawe had really been there when she was alive? The question gnawed at Sible until it broke free, "How old was I when he was captured?"

"A moon, I think," Lesier turned her head to one side and a thoughtful expression spread across her face. "Yes. One moon exactly. He was captured on the night of the full moon…"

Sible nodded sadly. How come she couldn't remember him?

I was too young, she thought, But at least I knew him.

"What was the other quest?" she asked. But Lesier shrugged, "I've no idea. She wouldn't budge on telling me that one, honest."

Sible nodded again and let that one slide. Though she would find out someday. Once she got to talk to the blue-gray she-cat again. Sible knew that the she-cat had all the answers she was looking for. Would she dream about her again tonight?

"I'm going to go get more moss. And then see if I can find anymore prey," Lesier said suddenly, and then flicked her tail at the pitiful prey pile. Infact, it wasn't even a pile. It consisted of just one mouse. Sible let out a mrrow of laughter and bounded after her sister, all signs of sadness gone.

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"I've found more moss!" Sible yowled to her sister, who was a good many fox-lengths away.

"Shhh!" Lesier hissed and ran towards Sible, "Do you want to frighten all the prey into the Twoleg nest's?"

"Oh…sorry." Sible couldn't help but find the amusement in the situation. Lesier rolled her eyes and ran in the opposite direction, searching for the remaining fresh-kill.

Sible carried as much moss as she could back to her clearing, and told Lesier she'd be back. She dropped the moss and looked toward to where her mouse was. Her stomach had begun to growl since she hadn't finished the other mouse earlier. But it wasn't there.

She ran towards where it was and sniffed the air curiously.

Twoleg scent?! She almost leaped out of her fur and let out a yowl of terror. Not bothering to trace the scent, she darted back to where she thought Lesier was. She streaked across the forest floor, swerving around trees and flattening herself under prickly brambles. She picked up Lesier's scent trail and it was mixed with…the Twoleg's! Sible ran as fast as her legs would take her, and soon began to hear her sister.

Lesier came into view as Sible rounded a large tree and spotted her hissing at the Twoleg. She glanced toward Sible and yowled, "Run!"

Sible didn't move. Because right when Lesier started bounding toward her, the Twoleg flung out a net looking think and trapped the gray tabby. Lesier's amber eyes glinted with rage and she tore at the net. Ripping a few of the strings, she was able to stick her head through. She kept yowling for Sible to run. The golden she-cat ran up to her sister and started clawing at the net.

The Twoleg yowled with rage and picked Sible up painfully by her neck fur. She screeched in terror for her sister. Would Lesier be taken away?

Lesier had managed to scrape through more of the strings and could almost fit her whole body through. The Twoleg then flung Sible toward a tree, and she hit it with such force, that many of the branches above quivered.

So much pain… she sighed and her eyelids drooped.

"Sible!" Lesier yowled and reached a paw toward her sister. By now, the Twoleg had shoved the gray tabby in a wire nest. It was just like her dream before, minus Tawe. Too stunned to move, Sible let out a silent wail of anguish to Lesier. Her beloved sister was being carried away…First Tawe, then her mother, and not even a day later, Lesier.

"Lesier!" Sible's voice flowed back and she clawed herself to her paws. Her sister yowled back, and the Twoleg shook the wire nest violently. Lesier screeched in pain and Sible let out a snarl. She bounded painfully toward her sister, and when she made it over to them, she greeted the Twoleg by clawing at its exposed legs.

She growled with pleasure as the blood started to seep through the wounds. Without dropping Lesier, the Twoleg whipped around and pointed something sharp at Sible. Her breath caught in her throat, Sible was too terrified to move. She heard a pop and her legs buckled beneath her.

"Sible!" Lesier cried again. The golden tabby was beginning to feel…tired?

"Lesier…" her mew was slurred with the sudden sleepiness. She forced her eyes to stay open and stared at her sister.

"I'll find you again Sible," Lesier meowed sorrowfully as the Twoleg rushed away, "I promise."

"I love you, Lesier…" Sible sighed and sleep overcame her.


Yes, yes. Very sad, I know. Anyway, Sible wasn't shot with a gun, obviously, but one of those sleeping dart things people use. You know? I don't know the proper name for them, honestly. Well anyway, please R&R and I'll write faster! :)

xRyu