OMG! This is it, isn't it? Finally, after a long awaited story. Now, I know most of you wanted the sequel to come out now, but I have other plans. First off, I want to start really working on SageClan, the founding. So before I post the sequel, I will work on that story. Also, updates might be less frequent due to the chaos of Christmas and New Years. So, happy holidays everyone! Oh, and thanks to those who have reviewed, lets see if I can make it to the one hundred marker!
[ Epilogue ]
The air was thick, and cool with the scents of a frosty leafbare. Not a creature moved within the dark forest. Silence was everywhere, and yet, it felt as though thousands of eyes were staring upon a single cat, sitting over a murky pool.
His ice-blue eyes gleamed with cold dread as he looked into the pool. He was the ruler of this forest now. Or so he thought. All of the others had left, abandoned their true callings as spirits of the dead. He knew that there were creatures, far more powerful then cats looming in the shadows. They were waiting, and watching, for the perfect chance to strike.
Suddenly, a chilling wind shuddered through the trees, causing their trunks to groan and moan in pain. The dark-furred cat looked up in surprise as a bright light moved towards him.
Before he could react, the light exploded around the clearing, filling the trees with life, and creating an illumination like no other. A flame-colored pelt appeared, followed by a dark brown tabby, so much similar to the dark-furred tom. A third cat with a black pelt followed them. Her piercing green eyes seemed to penetrate his own as he gazed at them with an open mouth.
"What do you want?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes.
The flame-colored cat stepped forward. The dark-furred cat blinked in surprise as the cat pressed his muzzle on his forehead. Instantly, warmth spread through his veins at the slightest touch. Life flooded back into his cold eyes, and he was a powerful warrior, like the one he had once been during his lifetime.
"This is bad enough for us," murmured the dark brown tabby tom. "We shouldn't even be here. That shadow could--" The ginger tom stopped him with a lash of his tail.
"We will not be harmed," the black she-cat mewed as she licked his shoulder. "I know you're worried Bramblestar, but Hawkfrost may be our only hope," she added.
Bramblestar snorted and looked at her with rage-filled eyes. "Does it even matter that your own granddaughter's life is in danger?" he snarled.
She recoiled as though a stone had been thrown at her. Hawkfrost narrowed his eyes at his half-brother. It had been Bramblestar's fault that he was here in the first place. And now the former leader was rubbing it in his muzzle.
"Enough!" snapped the flame-colored tom. "We can't afford any fights. It might attract the shadow," he added in a lower voice. He turned to Hawkfrost, who was still observing the argument through narrowed eyes. "You are our only hope," he meowed with a formal dip of his head, "The kits will be able to stop the creature, but not without you. You must guide them. And allow them to seal the path that has been opened."
Hawkfrost was about to speak when the cats disappeared. He curled his lips in a sneering snarl. Never again would he help his half-brother. Even if it meant destroying the Clans. He would rely on his own senses to avoid getting attacked by the shadow creature. And he would watch with triumph as the Clans fell apart, one by one.
Okay, so that epilogue was a tad short. I apologize. It was sort of a prologue-epilogue thingy, so...yeah. Anyways, that's the end of my fourth book! Now, to read the synopsis, just go to my profile and check it out!