Hey! It's me AGAIN! With all the excitement, I couldn't go camping for two weeks without posting ONE MORE chapter for you all! It's going to be a less action-filled one, but it includes a visit from a "mysterious white star-Clan cat". *wink wink* PLUS...A PROPHECY! It sucks though...don't hate it too bad! I tried. :/
Here we go!
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It was dark. I felt like I was sort of awake, and yet, I wasn't. It was like I was floating, oblivious to the world even though consciousness was well within my grasp.
"Tinypaw..."
The voice startled me, and I shot up. The first thing I realised was that I could see. With BOTH of my eyes. My once clouded grey and blind eye was as bright and clear as the other one, blinking at the new found sight. I was in a clear, grassy field. How had this happened?
I stepped forward, and, feeling something was off, looked behind me. There, as straight and sturdy as the rest, was my hind leg. It wasn't twisted or half-sized. It was perfect. All white and fluffy like the rest of me. I was in shock.
"Am I dead?" I whispered to the air, too freaked to know what to say. How had I gotten my sight and leg back? I must be dead. It was the only explanation.
"Not dead, Dear. Just asleep."
I yelped, turning forwards again. Right in front of me was a pure white she-cat, her fur as pure and radiant as the stars that gleamed over her pelt. She had bright ice blue eyes that seemed much too wise for her, as her face was delicate and young. She was beautiful.
"W-Who are you?" I stuttered fearfully, though the she-cat shown no hostile behavior. In fact, she seemed almost...caring.
"That is not of importance, Tinypaw." she murmured with a smile that seemed almost sad. "Though I will say we've met before. I've come to you from Starclan to warn you."
"From what?" I gasped, not even asking how she knew my name. "What have I done to earn so much hurt and fear? And why am I not...deformed, as I was? What is this?"
The she-cat closed her eyes briefly, sighing, then opened them. "Dear Tinypaw. You've done nothing. It was your parents mistake that made you that way. You are in a place between Starclan and Earth right now, so your pelt and leg and eyes have changed back to as they were supposed to be. It's a gift, and a curse, because when you go back, you will be as you were before you came."
Shocked at the accusations at Snowfur, I had a sudden burn of unlikely anger. I growled, "Snowfur did nothing! Clawstar was the fault! He killed her! She did not contribute to my misgivings!"
I didn't even know what I babbling about, all I knew was that I was angry. How dare some random cat scorn Snowfur? I didn't even know her that we'll when I was a kit but I knew she loved me.
The white she-cat stepped over and nudged my shoulder in what seemed a comforting way. I flinched.
"Your hurt burns like fire and strokes the flames up to the point of anger," the white she-cat mewed. "Alas, your life has not been easy, sweet Tinypaw, but you have been strong. And now, you must be strong again, for greed will soon poison the Clans, and you must help save them."
"I can't do anything. You've got the wrong cat." I gasped out. My mind was whurring. What could I do? What was this cat talking about? "I can't "save the Clans" or whatever. I'm Tinypaw. The weak, pitiful, ugly she-cat. Besides, the Clans are fine. There's nothing wrong."
The she-cat gave another sad look. "But there has. Kits aren't supposed to switch Clans. Medicine Cats aren't to be beaten. Leaders don't steal mates on the account of authority. It's wrong. It's not that order of things. You know that better than any cat, Tinypaw."
She was right. I did. And I wanted it to stop. But there was nothing will could do. I wasn't cut out for it.
"I can't do anything," I whimpered, my fear coming back and clouding my mind. "This is too big. I'll never manage. What am I to do?"
"You won't be alone. Others will help you." the she-cat said with a gentle smile, her frown disappearing. "Do your best, Tinypaw, that's all you'll ever need to do. All questions can't be answered, even by a Starclan cat, but it will all work out in the end."
"What others?" I yelped. "I don't understand!"
"You will soon see, Tinypaw. All I can tell you is to trust your instincts and follow your heart." the white cat mewed softly.
I wanted to scream, to shout, but I didn't, because the next thing I knew I was falling through darkness I couldn't see through. I managed another question, though.
"Wait! You never told me your name!" I called as I fell. Then I heard the white she-cat's voice around me, comforting.
"Snow may be cold, but my love for you is not. Be strong, my kin, and awaken."
Then, there was the sounds of hundreds of voices, all the cats of Starclan, I knew, chanting the same words over and over.
Divided yet united by a twist of fate,
A fox and his tiny vixen will erase the hate,
They will come, with others too,
To destroy the evil that will bring all the Clans doom,
And when the sun awakens, it's glow alight,
The battling sides will end their fight,
Devastated, filled with despair,
The weeping souls will begin to repair,
And after feeling the fear, the pain, being torn,
White will have Red's first born,
And once again, united by fate,
The fox will feel joy along with his mate,
Shadows will be gone, and though dark secrets have been told,
The Clans will rise again, happy, and the hurt will become old,
But alas, tis not the end, as another story has yet to be told...
And then...I heard nothing at all.