When Swiftfoot awoke, he could hear cats gathering around him; he could hear whispering but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He saw a limp shapes next to him. He could make out the fire like pelt of Fireheart, the gray tabby tom of Graystripe, and the orange and white spotted pelt of Brightheart.
They didn't look injured, just unconscious, at least he hoped. Swiftfoot tried to move, but as soon as he moved his foreleg, a shadow loomed over him.
"What do you want from us?" he managed to rasp out.
"I want you to send a message to your petty, what you call them, clans." A deep voice growled.
"And what's that?" Swiftfoot hissed.
"Blood will form to create a feared army to rule the forest." Swiftfoot's eyes widened. That was the prophecy from StarClan.
"H-How did you know that? Who are you?"Swiftfoot started to panic. There was no way these cats could know that prophecy. These cats were just rogues, smelling of thunderpath and twolegplace.
"We will be watching, and taking warriors one by one by one! And no one can stop us!" The rogue turned tail back to the forest; his companions followed. Swiftfoot closed his eyes once more as blackness took him.
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Swiftfoot woke to the smell of fresh forests and green grasses. He stood up and shook himself. He found himself in a field in StarClan. He heard rustling in bushes in front of him as a tortoiseshell she-cat appeared. Her pelt smelled sweet and comforting.
"Hello Swiftfoot." Her voice was as calming as the stream babbling in the forest.
"Hi! Who are you?" Swiftfoot asked. She had a ThunderClan scent to her.
"My name is Spottedleaf; I was a medicine cat for ThunderClan."
"Oh I remember you. You were killed by Clawface. I'm very sorry about that." She had been killed for a distraction. That was when ShadowClan had stolen the kits. Swiftfoot had remembered the nursery stories about that.
"Yes, I miss my home in ThunderClan, but that is not what this is about." Is this about the prophecy? Swiftfoot thought.
"I have been told a prophecy, a prophecy that you hold." She mewed, her voice full of seriousness.
"Y-Yeah. What does it mean, why me?" He still had so many questions.
"I'm sorry, Swiftfoot. Not even StarClan knows." She shook her head confusingly.
"What about the rogues?" He inched closer.
Her head perked up.
"You must protect your clan! Make sure no one is hurt, not even Fireheart!" She pleaded, worry filling her yellow eyes.
"I will try to keep harm from my clan." He promised. He was a little shaken from her desperate pleas to keep the clan safe from the mysterious rogues. Just as he opened his mouth, Spottedleaf began to fade, her tortoiseshell pelt fading.
"Protect them, and him!" She whispered, her whispering plead filling his ears. It completely surrounded him until blackness washed over him like a river.
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Sorry for such a short chapter and for the long wait! DX But I will soon post more, and I have created another fan fic about one of my OC chars, so maybe go check that out? X3 (Its called Flaming Forests) But I shall soon write more XD