A/N: This is the first story in this series that is not a lemon, but instead leads into the arching story! But lemons will be made soon!
TRIGGER WARNING: This story has a suicide and detailed scene of the aftermath.
Trekking back to the Bramble Woods beyond the Clan territories, The Seer of the Rosebush looks up. Above them, Zophiel was soaring, keeping his eye on the ground and far ahead. Toby was pushing the cart that The Seer of the Rosebush and Jade sat on. Jade kept her eyes out behind the group in case of close dangers.
"How much further, Zoph?" The Seer calls out.
"Not much further, Seer! Don't you worry!" The owl above calls down below, starting his descend to join the group into the Bramble Woods.
"Good." The Seer of the Rosebush sighed, pressing their paws together as their tail flicks in the wind. "I wonder when the sun will rise. It feels cold still..." They mewed out in to the air.
"It should be rising soon, but with leaf-fall starting, it will get colder." Toby commented.
"Ah yes... Leaf-fall..." The Seer of the Rosebush slowly mewed out under their breath. They wondered. With prey being scarce, will RapeClan turn back on their truce with LustClan in order to keep their power? It worried them, but they couldn't do much. The the ones who didn't see them as a play thing were scared of them. Something about how they just know and their powers to manipulate memory and emotion and to be able to connect to not only StarClan, but the spirits of all. The only ones who seemed to have respected them were that lilac Siamese medic from LoveClan and Dawnstar of LustClan. However, that didn't bother The Seer of the Rosebush.
"Seer!" Toby called out, interrupting The Seer's thoughts. "We're home!" He yipped out. Slowly and with Jade's help, The Seer of the Rosebush climbed down the cart and into The Seer's den.
"Thank you, Jade." They smiled tiredly before going deeper into the den. Despite being blind, The Seer of the Rosebush knew where to go in their den. After all, they lived here most their life. Soon a metallic tinge of blood struck The Seer of the Rosebush's nose like flash of lightning. Fear struck them and they tread further into the den. As they entered the main cavern, it was almost as if they could see again. The Seer of the Rosebush gazed into the cavern, lit by speckles of moonlight from the holes above. The herbs... They were rotten. That couldn't have been, The Seer had checked the herbs were fresh before they left and left Mimi behind to watch over everything. Where is Mimi? The cat commented, looking around wildly for the fox. A pile of fur was in the corner. "Mimi!" The Seer of the Rosebush called out, partially in relief, but also in anger. However, Mimi did not move. He just laid there. "Mimi?" The Seer called out again, padding forward slowly. He still didn't move.
"Seer?" Toby called out, following into the cavern. This broke The Seer out of their trance for a moment. "Where is my brother?" He asked, stopping as soon as he saw the pelt of his brother, unmoving. "Mimi? No!" Toby called out, bounding over with tears in his eyes. Without a hesitation, Toby turned over his brother, revealing a horror neither of them expected.
On the ground laid Mimi, his mouth foamy and bloody. The pulp and juices of deathberries still fresh on him. Scratches on the wall of fear. As if he was cornered and trying to escape before dying. But there were no signs of a fight, intrusion, or anything being near. The Seer was deafened by the terrified screams of Toby, begging for this nightmare to not be true, pawing at his brother, begging him to wake up. The younger fox begged The Seer to do anything, but there was nothing to be done. Mimi was long dead and his spirit was not in the area. Raindrops hit the two from above. Looking up again, The Seer of the Rosebush sees the clouds, soon to be dissipated by the sunrise. As the sun rose, there was a new smell. Fresh herbs. Behind, the herbs were almost reversing to youth in the sun. There was still evidence on the herbs that they were once rotten. However, upon closer inspection The Seer of the Rosebush noticed that the catnip didn't go through this process. It was also noted that the honey seemed fresh as well. Odd. Are they trying to say something? The Seer asked silently for a moment, their vision fading back to their cloudy and pale eyes. Must be. It was simple. Why else would the spirits give them vision to see this? But, why also show the fate of Mimi? It was odd. They would have to ask the Singing Stones.
As The Seer's mind was coming back to the reality, Jade and Zophiel were comforting the traumatized Toby. Before they could ask, it would be best to have Toby forget. They prepared the same paste of herbs and seeds they have been preparing for the escapees of RapeClan, the parents of dead litters, and the others who would seek them. Having Toby consume some of the paste sedated him enough to sleep. It was good enough for The Seer of the Rosebush to take their claw and open a vein on his foreleg, letting the blood drain enough into a bowl for a small potion. Having Jade help close the wound and dress it with cobwebs, The Seer mixed in the small drops of foxglove tea into the blood, watching the once red liquid turn a gold, then black. It was ready. "Jade, Zophiel, have Toby drink this when he wakes. You know what to do." They numbly state. The owls knew as well and watched over the now sleeping fox as The Seer of the Rosebush padded away and into a tunnel that led into the Singing Stones.
It felt cold and had smooth stones and the wind carried a ringing noise here. There was another here.
"State yourself, spirit!" The Seer called out. But it only growled in response. Again, The Seer could see again, even though this part of the cave was dark. A cream white tabby stood in front of them. They could see the blood on his face, the way his fur bristled, and behind him were piles of corpses. When they closed their eyes and opened again, The Seer of the Rosebush could only look down at the two deathberries in front of them. A thought raced through their head. I need to warn them... I need to warn The Seer of the Rosebush... They must stop this... And again, the world went black. Is that why Mimi committed suicide? Did he have a vision and needed to warn them? But why not stay alive? Was he in danger?
The stones stopped singing at these thoughts.