Bramblestar was dreaming yet again. Bluestar had started to come to him frequently, at least twice each quarter-moon.
"Four will come, each with mighty destinies to fulfill. It is up too you to guide their paws, so they can be able to save the clan when it is needed most. If they are not guided, all will be lost, and ThunderClan will fall. One shall let envy enter her heart. If you allow this to happen, she will become dangerous. Put out the fire before it burns the forest. The envy is coming, block it's path before it can enter. The envy has been slaughtered, now you have a bigger threat ahead of you. Cats born into their own season will save the clans from revenge. Find cats that bare the names from leafbare, newleaf, greenleaf and leaf-fall. The cats come by seasons will make sure there are more to come." Bluestar meowed to the great tabby tom.
"Bluestar I don't understand." He meowed exasperated.
"This is the prophecy that was given to us from the start. We gave it to you in pieces to help you better understand it. But, there is still an end that you must find yourself. It will be given when the Revenge Day has come and gone, whether you have been beaten or if you've been victorious. If you are to be victorious, you must prepare." She meowed.
"How do we prepare?" He asked.
"How did you prepare for the Great Battle? You already know what the Revenge Day is, learn from your past to protect your future." She meowed as she faded and he woke up in his nest once more, with her last words echoing in his ears.
"Learn from your past to protect your future."
Cloversplash awoke sooner than she would've liked. She hadn't been able to sleep since Sandbreeze muttered two words that would change everything: they're coming.
Ever since then, Bramblestar had ordered extra patrols day and night, while more and more hunting patrols were set out everyday.
It was odd, because leafbare was coming to an end, so she didn't see why they needed to fuss about food right now, but it would be good to keep their strength up for the Revenge Day. She wondered if Bramblestar knew this too.
Bramblestar spent a lot of time nowadays with Brackenfur, Jayfeather and Moonlight, which only confirmed her suspicions, that he knew something.
Since there was nothing to do now but wait until that fearful day comes, she lined up for patrols with Sandbreeze and Willowfrost.
"Don't you think it's odd how no cat seems to suspect that nothing's wrong?" Willowfrost whispered with a glance towards the camp.
It was true, every cat was just going by on day to day chores, without even a second look. It was odd.
"Whatever." Sandbreeze muttered, returning her gaze to the entrance. "I need to talk to you, but only when we are alone, maybe during the patrol. Don't let me forget, it's important."
They were put onto the hunting patrol, and went off in groups of three afterward, lucky enough for , the leader of the patrol, put Cloversplash, Sandbreeze and Willowfrost with each other, heading towards the ShadowClan border, while him, Blossomfall and Ambercloud went towards the WindClan border.
She only hoped that she wouldn't meet Pineheart.
"So, what is it you need to tell us?" Cloversplash whispered quickly, checking behind her and scoping the area to make sure there were no tresspassers.
"I went to the Place of No Stars last night," she began, and silenced her two friends as they tried to say the most obvious things like "it's too dangerous," or "I thought you stopped going there!"
"Breezepelt almost killed me for being away so long, he said I was too under practiced and made no effort to catch up. So, he told me that if I wanted to stay, to live, I'd have to beat Redwillow, you know, one of the ShadowClan traitors from the Great Battle. Anyway, long story short, we have one less Dark Forest cat on their side."
"That's great and all, but it dosnt make much of a difference." Willowfrost meowed.
"Your right, that's why I also started my own army of all the cats their who want to leave and don't want to defy their clans, of course, there are many who are too scared to rejoin the good side, and there are the truly evil cats that I won't even bother with. Anyway, I call the group, the C.A.T.S." Sandbreeze finished, and Cloversplash and Willowbreeze just exchanged a confused look.
"You called it... Cats?" Cloversplash finally meowed.
"No, C-A-T-S. It stands for creatures against treacherous slaughterers. Clever, right?" She answered.
"Um, I think the idea's great and all, but you might want to ditch the name and be nameless or find a more, appealing one." Willowfrost meowed carefully.
"Ugh, fine. I think it's a great name though." She meowed.
"Whatever you want to think, Sandbreeze." Cloversplash murmured playfully. "By the way, what do you mean by creatures? Why not just 'cats'"
"Yeah, I was wondering that too." Willowfrost added.
"Because, it's not just cats who can join. Midnight, for one. You know, that badger in all the elder's tales? Turns out she's real! And she joined." Sandbreeze answered excitedly.
"Oh, wow. That's, wonderful?" Willowfrost meowed, confused.
"Enough talk of this here, we need to get back to hunting, or Brackenfur will have our heads." Sandbreeze meowed.
"Alright, alright, we're going!" Cloversplash laughed as her friends pushed her up to her paws and hearded her away. She just so happened to look behind her, as a whiff of familiar scent drifted upon her. Pineheart? No, but maybe.
Turning around to look, she saw his all-too familiar dark emerald green eyes, staring back at her. They left as fast as they came, in a matter of seconds, but the damage was done.
He heard.
As they returned to camp, she empty. Not empty as in hungry, but as in she had a hollow spot in her stomach that was left when she made eye contact with Pineheart.
She had told her friends about it, and they were mortified.
"Pineheart? Who's that?" Sandbreeze asked worriedly.
"A tom in ShadowClan." She replied.
"Describe him." Willowfrost meowed urgently.
"Arrogant, loathing, self centered, flea brain, foxheart, the usual ShadowClan tom with an extra coat of arrogant." Cloversplash replied again.
"Cloverspalsh, please don't tell me that he has a dark brown coat with black tabby stripes and green eyes?" Sandbreeze begged quietly.
"He is..." She whispered back.
"Oh, no. Cloversplash, he's a Dark Forest Cat through and through. This is bad, like, really bad." Sandbreeze answered, and for once Cloversplash didn't know how to answer.
"How bad is it?" Brightcloud meowed.
"Really bad." Willowfrost answered.
"Oh no. This is the worst news ever." Cloversplash meowed loudly, sinking into the ground in distress.
"I don't know wat you're meowing about, but it's certainly not the worst thing ever, come see this." The voice came from Toadstep, coming to find Brightcloud. As they left the warriors den to see what was going on, they wished they hadn't.
"Oh no." Cloversplash whispered.
"Not again." Sandbreeze answered.
Willowfrost said nothing, and Brightcloud just nuzzled her head into her mate's shoulder.
It was a sad sight indeed, for they had just recently lost Hazeltail and Icecloud, not to mention the yet-to-be-avenged Squirrelflight, but now another had been taken from ThunderClan.
"Brackenfur..."
Hey, sorry I haven't been uploading in awhile. I try to keep the numbers of reviews and chapters balanced.. I don't know why so don't ask. :3
Anywho, poll time :
what do you think is Brackenfur's cause of death?
a) WindClan patrol
b) ShadowClan patrol
c) He was a secret DFC (dark forest cat) and was murdered by Breezepelt
d) some at fed him death berries in attempt to become deputy
e) suicide.
