Chapter 6: The Prophecy
Silverpaw woke up from his paws being wet. He jumped up confused and saw that his belly and paws were wet. He started to clean himself when he realized that it was raining hard outside. He took a step forward and almost stepped on Breezepaw's tail. He was still sleeping. He is lucky that his part of the den is raised! Silverpaw thought. He shook his head and stepped outside. He headed to the prey pile underneath a big oak tree. The food wasn't too wet and soggy. He took a mouse and took it to the warriors den for Graystorm. When he arrived, Graystorm was cleaning his front left leg. He looked up and saw that Silverpaw had a mouse for him.
"Hello Silverpaw. Isn't it a little early for you to be up?" Graystorm meowed.
"Uh, yeah," Silverpaw stuttered. "My den filled up with water."
"Where is Breezepaw?" Graystorm replied.
"His part of the den is raised." Silverpaw meowed, embarrassed. "I brought you a mouse!" He meowed.
"Ok, well come in for now. We can eat it together." Graystorm meowed. "I was going to show you the borders but this rain will delay that for now."
"What are we going to do then?" Silverpaw meowed with a mouthful of food. After Graystorm swallowed, he meowed,
"Well nothing for now. We are going to have to wait for the rain to end." After they finished eating, Silverpaw looked for a straight branch to put in front of his den so the water couldn't get in anymore than it has. After a bit of looking, he saw one by the medicine den. He picked it up and started to head back to his den when he heard some mumbling inside.
"Gingerpad?" Silverpaw meowed. She mumbled something.
"Gingerpad I'm coming in." Silverpaw meowed, dropping the stick. Gingerpad was sleeping on moss like she always did. She was twitching and mumbling something repeatedly that he could barely make out.
"A kit challenged by rivals, calls for war. Chosen by StarClan with a mark of Silver that will end the evermore bloodshed. Between Rivers and Shadows is where you shall find the answer that will end the war." Gingerpad mumble repeatedly. Wait, is that a prophecy? Silverpaw thought. Gingerpad mumbled something else.
"S-S-Sl-Sliver-er-er-paw-Silverpaw. Yes. Yes. Prophecy. For. Him. Deliver. Message." She mumbled. That is a Prophecy! Silverpaw thought. But it is about me?
"Must. Deliver. Message! Silverpaw. Must. Know. Must. Prepare!" Gingerpad mumbled.
Silverpaw didn't know what to do. He slowly walked backwards toward the enterents of the medicine den. Once he was out, he grabbed the stick and placed it down in front of his den. He kept repeating the prophecy in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He got most of the water out of the den just as Breezepaw woke up. The rain wasn't as bad as it was. Most of the water had soaked into the ground. Silverpaw grabbed some dry moss and layed it where he would sleep. He stepped into his den and layed there for the rest of the day. He really couldn't do anything because of the rain. He just sat in his den, bored. Eventually, he decided to take a nap.