Blazepelt picked her way across the rocks, her pelt burning. She had hardly gotten any sleep since her vision of Firestar. Still, she had agreed to meet the others by the lake.
She flattened her ears as the wind buffeted her fur. Snowfoot looked at her in concern.
"What?" hissed Blazepelt angrily. Snowfoot recoiled.
"N-nothing, I guess." she muttered.
Blazepelt pricked her ears. Pawsteps? Sure enough, a few heartbeats later, Thunder bounded out of the bushes, Whitefang trailing him.
"Good, you're here." growled the white wolf. "It's about time."
Thunder flashed him an angry look, and turned back to the sisters.
"Pay no attention to him. He's more bad tempered than a fox in a bee nest." sighed the gray wolf as Penguinfur slunk out from the bushes, tail twitching.
"Um, guys, I'd like you all to meet Skyfall." he murmured. A quiet gasp rose from Snowfoot as a blue-gray cat padded into the area where the cats and wolves were standing.
He dipped his head.
"Greetings." he purred. His voice was deep and kind. He lifted his head.
"I understand you brought me here because of a prophecy." Skyfall looked at Penguinfur, who lowered his ears.
The blue-gray cat then turned turned to the others.
"I know nothing of the prophecy, but she might." He flicked his tail, and a beautiful golden tabby slipped into the open. Her forest green eyes gleamed.
"Hello. My name is Brightstorm." she blinked, her gaze flitting over everyone in turn. Finally, her gaze rested on Blazepelt.
"Be careful." she murmured to Blazepelt, who's ears grew hotter. It seemed no one else had heard Brightstorm's words. Brightstorm took a pace back to Skyfall.
The blue-gray tom blinked and whispered into Brightstorm's ear. Brightstorm nodded and stepped forward.
"I do know something about the prophecy." she murmured, eyes suddenly fearful.
She sat down, and began.
OMG! I haven't posted in ages! I'm so sorry! I'm suffering from writer's block, and I sincerely apologize! Chapter 9 might be boring, and again, I'm very very sorry! I hope you enjoyed!
