Chapter 16
Mist surrounded Snowpaw, and she spun inside the vortex. It was as if she had died, and StarClan hadn't accepted it. Wait.
Had she died?
This was a question Snowpaw didn't want to answer. All she knew was peace surrounded her. Silence. A silence so loud it made her ears fell like they were ready to burst out of her head. Then, after it felt a decade or more had past, it was over. She closed her eyes, stil floating in the mist, and then the next minute she felt firm ground under her paws, forcing herself to open her eyes.
A large field surrounded her, with trees scattered around everywhere, and continued on forever. A small stream of water twinkled nearby, and Snowpaw flicked her ears, her eyes scanning the clearing. Where was she? Was she...actually dead?
No...I can't be...FangClan...and...Firepaw...
A pang of regret caused her to flinch openly. Firepaw. She had called him a traitor. And he wasn't. Firesight was. Firesight was the fire that would melt the snow. And now, to her, it was slightly clear that she was the snow, even as much as she wanted it not to be.
A flicker of movement from above caused her thoughts to shatter and she looked up, and gasped in breathtaking awe. Stars. There was hardly any sky left from all the stars in the sky, clashed together...and falling. Terror filled her. Was something wrong with StarClan? They headed straight for the ground, and once they hit the ground, exploded in an amazing burst of bright light, filling the entire area with light, before they were all down, and Snowpaw opened her eyes to see cats with stars shimmering in their pelts. Her breath caught in her throat, and she never took her eyes off of them.
Yep. She was dead.
"Welcome, Snowpaw," meowed a bluish-gray cat sitting near the front of the group of cats. Memories of stories from her kithood filled Snowpaw's head, and she recongized the cat as Bluestar, the legendary past leader of ThunderClan. Snowpaw's mouth opened and closed in an attempt to speak, but no sound came out.
"Yes, Snowpaw," purred a flaming red tom next to Bluestar, and again, Snowpaw was breathless. Immediatly, she recongized the cat as the even more legendary tom Firestar. "To answer your question, you are before StarClan, and all the cats." Terror and fury filled Snowpaw, and she finally found her voice.
"But I can't!" she meowed, her voice echoing throughout the field. "ThunderClan needs me! Firepaw...needs me..."
"Snowpaw, just because you stand before StarClan doesn't mean you're dead," mewed Bluestar, shaking her head. "You came close to it, I assure you, but your not quite with us yet." With those words said, Snowpaw sighed with relief. "But we did call you hear to warn you." She stiffened as darkness begin to engulf the field, making it impossible to see a paw in front of your face. Snowpaw opened her mouth to yell for Bluestar, Firestar, anyone, but no sound escaped her maw. She tried again and again, but to no avail. Finally, she stopped, waiting and listening for anything.
Then, a sound of piercing screams coursed through her ears before her sight could even return.
"Listen Snowpaw," whispered two simentanious voice, lurking above her ears. "That is the forest, and they are crying your name." The shouts and screams of cats made shudders go down her spine. Finally, the darkness crept away from her vision, and she stared in horror at what she saw.
Blood covered the Fourtrees. The smell of death was everywhere, and cats were falling before her very eyes. She watched as several of her beloved clanmates and even other warriors from different clans died before her eyes in the paws of...Dear StarClan. FangClan.
"Watch closely, Snowpaw," the voices said again, simentaiously. "Only the shadow of death came save the forest from this fate.
One will come of Bleeding Skin
Another a Shadow of Death
The Blood and Shadow of Death
Will push away the Death."
A haunting laugh followed the haunting prophecy whispered into her ear and Snowpaw watched the leader of FangClan rip her fangs into Icestar's neck.
"No!!" Snowpaw shouted, though she knew no one could hear her. And just as quickly as the image begin, spiders covered her vision and it was gone. Snowpaw stumbled in the darkness, shouted silent screams, begging.
Please. StarClan, what can I do to stop it?
"You have seen what is foretold. You must find out on your own how to stop it, though some things shall remained unchanged."
What?
There was no answer this time, and Snowpaw felt herself fall, falling, falling, falling.
---End of Chapter---
Sorry, short chapter, I know. But all it was was Snowpaw recieving a prophecy from StarClan after all. Look, I am getting no reviews, and now I will not update until the reviews are up to 12. So go figure.
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