The Prophecy
In her dreams, Ravenpaw could hear the sound of Blackpaw calling her. She ran towards the sound of her sister's voice, but the more she ran, the farther away Blackpaw seemed to be. Ravenpaw ran, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest any second. Her paws hardly touched the ground, and it felt like she were flying. "Blackpaw!" Ravenpaw yowled as she listened to her name being whispered over and over and over again. "I'm coming!" Ravenpaw called, trying to run faster. Above her, sharp barbs danced in the air.
"Ravenpaw!" Blackpaw wailed and then, an ear-piercing screech. Ravenpaw skidded to a halt as the barbs slunk down, spindling around a fallen corpse.
"No!" Ravenpaw's cry was heart clenching. She collapsed to the ground, feeling broken. She sobbed as she stared at the tattered body of Blackpaw. She closed her eyes, her fur being soaked by tears. When she found the strength to reopen her eyes, she no longer saw Blackpaw's blood stained body, but a small litter of kits. They were crawling over a white hill, and Ravenpaw was mesmerized by a single kit, standing the highest. It had black fur with a white muzzle, chest, paws and its eyes were as blue as they sky above them. As quickly as Ravenpaw saw them, they were gone as it began to rain. She stood in a lush forest being flooded with water with a crimson tint. She could see fallen bodies everywhere, and loud crashes rang in her ears. The rain became snow and the forest became stone and Ravenpaw felt all alone. She closed her eyes and prayed. She thought she opened her eyes, but couldn't tell. The world around her was as black as a starless midnight, and she felt a wave of terror wash over her. What horrible thing would she see next?
Ravenpaw caught her breath as a small, shimmering light shone in the distance. Slowly, silently, it came closer, and closer, and closer, until it was only about three foxlengths away. "Who are you?" Ravenpaw snapped.
"Brave, Ravenpaw, do not fear me. I am here to simply deliver a message from your ancestors," A sweet, kind voice drifted through the air. It wrapped around her, making Ravenpaw feel safer and less scared, which amazed her.
"Who are you?" Ravenpaw repeated.
"Whiteleopard," The she-cat replied as she came closer, the light surrounding her making it easier to see her white fur and delicate markings.
"Where are we?" Ravenpaw asked.
"Brave one, this is SpiritClan territory," Whiteleopard replied.
"Why am I here?" Ravenpaw questioned, fear growing in her again.
"You are not dead, if that is what you're afraid of. I brought you here so I could give you a message from your ancestors," Whiteleopard answered.
"Well, uh, Whiteleopard, what do you mean 'message from my ancestors'?" Ravenpaw asked slowly.
"As the cold falls in silent darkness, one will be chosen to save the setting sun, but be warned, for the light will go dark and thorns will sting, leaving only when the black bird falls silent," Whiteleopard mewed clearly.
"What does it mean?" Ravenpaw asked, her eyes wide.
"You shall find out soon," Whiteleopard mewed, her eyes gleaming and the stars on her pelt shining.
"Why can't you tell me now?" Ravenpaw quizzed.
"Because, Ravenpaw, this is something you must find out for yourself," Whiteleopard mewed as she began to fade. Ravenpaw narrowed her eyes in confusion, but didn't try to stop the she-cat, because she just wanted to wake up...