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Chapter Nine: A Prophecy Fulfilled

The leaders, Ivyspray, Moondance and Snowwind, and the Ancestors' messengers, Feather, Silverpath and Dreamsong, went down first to explore the hollow, and then the cave behind the waterfall. None of the cats seemed to realize that each was thinking the same thing: how had they known this would be the right place to bring the newly-formed single tribe?

Deep thought,as he waited for them to return, that the Tribe of Endless Hunting must have told them, even if though didn't quite know how. When Discovery Hidden From Average Sight came up to him he smiled at the yellow-orange tom. "Quite different than from the life you thought you'd lead, isn't it? None of us ever thought, even after the Prophecy of the Golden Cat, that we'd truly become one tribe under our Ancestors."

Discovery looked troubled. "I know," he answered in quiet agreement without sitting down, and hesitated as if he wanted to say more to his teacher. "Um- Deep?" he began falteringly. "I was thinking maybe you could start to teach me about some medicines? One of the other to-bes has gotten a cut from a rock, and I don't know how to help her."

For a second the healer wondered how he could go back and fetch the many herbs and plants he had been forced to leave behind, and then remembered that perhaps some medicinal growing things he knew would be growing here too.

"All right," he agreed, to Discovery's obvious relief. "Show me our patient."

It was a brown-black she-cat called Harsh Gravel Filling Dry Pools –Gravelpool– who had the cut. Deep looked at it, gently pushing her fur away from the, fortunately, shallow scratch. He only needed to clean it, and showed his trainee how to. Discovery set to work licking it, once he knew how but he instinctively knew how anyway and needed only to be reminded to keep her fur away. Gravelpool stayed still while the tom doctored her scratch.

When the healer was absolutely sure his young apprentice knew the precise way to clean the small wound, he looked around to find a cat willing to come with him on a quick run to bring at least some of his things back when they were settled in their new home. Instead, he saw that Dreamsong and the rest were ushering the single tribe down the hollow by way of an easy path on the sides.

The golden she-cat glanced over at Deep, and they smiled at each other. He came over to help her with a kit-mother and her little ones, after telling Discovery and Gravlepool to stay there.

"What did you find? Can we use it for a home?" he asked Dreamsong in an undertone as they watched two toms escort an elderly third down the crude ramp.

"It is perfect," the she-cat whispered back. We have a cave with many pools on the floor and spires of rrock from the floor and ceiling where I had my dream. We can see the Tribe of Endless Hunting there, so I know we did the right thing moving here. And there's- oh!" she interrupted herself, "just come and see for yourself Deep! Here we can be one tribe fully! I know it"

"We can live here, Deep. Now we begin becoming one tribe. Who knows how long it will take, but we will be one tribe!" The power in her voice was staggering, and the light in her shinning eyes was eager and excited. "We can live here as the Tribe of Endless Hunting meant us to before we separated. We can live. Together."

"Then come on," he told her with a reckless expression, leaping down the rocks. He knew what the future was, and it was a good one. "Let's go se, together, " said Deep Water Where Shadows Swim as Dreamsong Foretelling the Golden Sunset followed him down the slope.

And so was the Prophecy of the Golden Cat fulfilled and the Tribe of Rushing Water begun.

Looking into her eyes, the healer knew Dreamsong's legacy of peace would endure for generations. And who knew? Perhaps some in the next generation would be theirs.