Ice: Hello everyone! Here is your Thanksgiving "Special Edition" of PotterCat Warz. Since I am off work today, Thanksgiving, Friday, and through the weekend, I am using my extra time to work on my stories.
Sage: Hellio! I am off work too, but you don't see me because I am not here…you don't see me…until the next chapter, that is…that's my chapter! Mine! MY PRECIOUS!!!
Ice: Ahem. Yes. Well, I can't say I blame her for giving us a nice little Gollum impression. I do tend to be the main character in this story.
aba is a divider-thingy. // force speech// I am thinking
So, you know the drill:
"I love you!"
"I know."
-Princess Leia Organa and Han Solo, Star Wars episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
Disclaimer: I own nothing, yadda yadda, blah, blah, you know that I'm not Erin Hunter or anyone else famous and awesome! If I published my own book, I would use some of that money to buy an IPod (yeah, I know, I am one of the only people in the world who doesn't have one!!! just kidding, I don't particularly want one, anyway. They're too popular for me).
POTTERCAT WARZ
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE PROPHECY
Somewhere in a deep, dark forest, five cats and one badger were dreaming.
In the dream, three cats stood on a high ledge over looking a reflecting pool. One cat was a stunningly white tom with bright blue eyes. The second cat was a golden tabby tom with what appeared to be a lion's mane. The third starry cat was a majestic blue-gray she-cat with a silver muzzle.
The third cat rose and addressed the other two cats as well as the dreaming cats:
"New clans have come. The doom of the forest is upon us. For better or for worse, this fate cannot be decided by StarClan. We are powerless against this new threat.
"Many deaths there shall be. Blood will be spilt. Clans will turn on fellow Clans until the tide of blood seeps into the stars.
"But out of this darkness a light shall spring.
"Two there will be to set the forest free:
"One is banished, her heart torn in two. One falls into darkness.
"The former risks all to see this darkness fall.
"The other cat's future is uncertain: dark or light, we cannot see what path she will choose.
"Yet they will save the forest from utter destruction. There will be a great battle, and they have the power to lead the Clans to victory over the total darkness that now seeps from the evil places of the forest.
"So, cats of the forest, defend your Clans with your lives and have hope in these dark times, for your saviors shall come."
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Leafpool woke with a start. She locked eyes with Cinderpelt, who seemed as bewildered and awestruck as Leafpool felt.
"A new prophecy," the medicine cats whispered in unison.
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Bramblestar jerked awake.
"StarClan, what was that supposed to mean?" he whispered into the cold night air.
It was times like this that Bramblestar missed his mate, Squirrelflight, the most. She had been killed during an ambush by an enemy patrol several moons ago, and the ache of her loss had never really left Bramblestar. Without his mate to warm his heart, the leader's den seemed awfully cold and empty.
Oh, Squirrelflight, what did that prophecy mean?
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Bluemint yawned and stretched as she shook the moss out of her fur.
That was one crazy dream! If I were like Amberpelt and believed in rubbish like StarClan then I might think that dream was prophetic!
Bluemint rolled over and wrapped her tail around her cold nose.
Well, that freakish dream showed me one thing, Bluemint thought with some amusement as she drifted off to sleep again, I need to lighten up on my catnip intake!
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Amberpelt blinked, her senses slowly returning. She smiled and curled her tail around her slightly swollen stomach.
I'm going to be a mother, she thought happily.
Then she remembered her dream.
"Oh, great StarClan!" Amberpelt murmured. It was not the first time she had had a prophetic dream; in fact, StarClan cats had been haunting her dreams since she had been a small kit. However, it was the first time she had heard a prophecy of such serious content.
"New Clans have come": that's obvious, Amberpelt thought, trying to work out the prophecy. "The doom of the forest is upon us. For better or for worse, this fate cannot be decided by StarClan. Many deaths there shall be. Blood will be spilt. Clans will turn on fellow Clans until the tide of blood seeps into the stars." How can StarClan be powerless? How can there be a threat so great that blood even seeps into Starpelt? Amberpelt shivered in the cold moonlight that seeped into the warriors' den. "Many deaths…" What if Bluemint dies? What if I lose Dad? What if…What if Thunderstorm dies before I can tell him that he is going to be a father? The very thought made Amberpelt's fur stand on end.
No. I won't let that happen. Thunderstorm must survive. I cannot live without him!
Amberpelt forced her fur to lie flat. I must trust in StarClan's prophecy. The saviors of the forest shall come. I must believe this. Otherwise…
Amberpelt sighed as she turned to face the crescent moon.
Without my family, I am nothing. Without ThunderClan, I owe no Clan my allegiance. Without Thunderstorm…
…there is no point in living.
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Grand Master Yoda awoke with a snuffle.
"No point in that prophecy there was, StarClan!" he grumbled. "Tell Grand Master Yoda something he does not already see, eh?"
//Maybe there is another threat,// Qui-Gon Jinn's voice called through the Force. It was always disconcerting to hear a dead person's voice in your ear, even if you happened to be a 900-year-old Jedi Master.
//Another threat, hmm? A threat, greater than the Sith, there is, Qui-Gon?// Yoda thought skeptically.
//You assume that I am the only one who can come back from the netherworld of the Force?// Qui-Gon inquired, his voice amused.
Yoda's eyes widened.
//Return from the netherworld of the Force, others can?//
//Of course. Cinderpelt of ThunderClan is a prime example of the art of reincarnation. Don't you suppose that others can do this as well?// Qui-Gon said, his voice serious.
//And not all souls, good they are,// Yoda called grimly.
//Precisely.//
//So, a point to this prophecy, StarClan had?// Yoda asked.
//Possibly.//Qui-Gon answered, the laughter back in his voice as he left Yoda once more.
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Goldenflower stretched as she enjoyed the first rays of sunlight.
"What does Bramblestar look like today?" Longtail asked, turning his sightless eyes on her. "I can smell his tension all the way over here," he added.
Goldenflower shaded her eyes with her tail. "You're right. He looks as if he's been forced to swallow a slug, slime and all! I wonder what the matter is now?"
"Whatever it is, it can't be good," Dustpelt commented darkly from his nest, and for once Goldenflower and Longtail had to agree: Something was amiss in the ThunderClan camp.
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Icey
