Chapter 2 - Prophecy Telling
"...your brother, Shadepaw!"
Suddenly, Shadepaw leaped out of the bushes and tackled Wolfpaw.
Dancernose flattened his ears and slowly walked backwards in fear, his pale green eyes slowly getting duller with each passing moment.
Suddenly, a pair of cats jumped out of the shadows! They were nearly transparent, and looked very spirit-like.
Dancernose gasped. "O-Oceanriver? Is that you?"
One of the spirits, a tabby tom, pale due to his spirit-like glow, walked away from the other one. "I thought I told you, it's Oceanstar!"
"R-Right. Sorry." Dancernose dipped his head in respect. "Why have you come here?"
Oceanstar nodded at the other spirit. "Trufflefur?"
The other spirit nodded. "Of course." her voice was soft and soothing, like that of a mother to her kits on a rainy morning.
"We have received a strange prophecy. You see, it says… The beautiful wolf will stop the evil shade from bloodying the shadows."
Wolfpaw ponders what it could mean.
While the cats, both living and spirit, conversed, Shadepaw ran away.
His mentor, Heathercry, was there.
"Shadepaw! I was looking all over for you! Where were you?"
I can't make a plot with Heathercry acting like an overprotective mother! I need to get rid of her…
Suddenly, Shadepaw unsheathed his claws. He brought them to Heathercry's throat, and slashed it. Heathercry coughed up blood, sputtering before dying.
There. Now I just have to get rid of the other problems, and then all of the clans will bow before their new leader: me!