Chapter 11
Honeywing dug her claws into the dirt, trying to balance herself. She gasped when the some of the rocks and boulders began to fall and tumble down from a large hill on the island. She squealed with horror, but Lionpaw pushed her out of the way. They both collapsed onto the ground, a pile of huge rocks beside them.
"Don't just stand there, run!" he shouted, nudging her. She bolted through the clearing, jerking to stops as boulders fell in front of them. Lionpaw stopped for a second and looked for Heatherpaw, but no cats were in sight. The only cats that seemed to be on the island were him and Honeywing. He suddenly fell to the ground when something hit his head. He fell to the ground and everything was black for a moment…
After a while, he suddenly blinked his eyes open and lifted his head. He moaned in pain and saw blood dripping to the dusty floor and realized the wound on his head was bad. He looked up when he saw a shadow loom over him.
There, standing in front of him were three cats. "Welcome Lionpaw," mewed a beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat. There were shinning stars in their fur and he gasped. "Am I dead?" he asked. A golden tom stepped forward. "No, Lionpaw. However, you are in StarClan, but in a dream. You and Honeywing," he meowed, flicking his tail towards Honeywing golden brown shape in the grass. Blood stained the dusty and grassy ground. She looked dead. "Honeywing!" he yelled, bounding over to her body. "Is she…" he trailed off. The silver blue she-cat, which was the third cat, shook her head. "She is merely in a dream as well. She too can see your body, although she is talking to three different cats," she meowed.
Lionpaw looked confused. The tortoiseshell then mewed softly, "I am Spottedleaf. I'm a close friend of Firestar's." He could hear love in her voice and narrowed his eyes. How could she love Firestar when he loved Sandstorm? He shook his head and then the golden tom then meowed, "I'm Lionheart." Lionpaw's eyes brightened. Was he named after a great ThunderClan warrior? "And I'm Bluestar," the silver blue she-cat. Lionpaw had heard a lot about the magnificent ThunderClan leader.
"We come with a prophecy," Lionheart meowed. He looked down at Honeywing's small body. She looked hurt, but he wanted to listen to what the three StarClan cats had to say. "A beast will rise, with claws that destroy land, teeth that break trees, pelt the color of silver. The heart of the land will rise, and for a time and time only, will the Clans follow the stars. A drop of rain will be the warning… be ready for a new beast," they said. Lionpaw shook his head and sprang after them as they began to fade away. As they faded away, the land around him changed. A drop of rain fell onto his pelt and the sun rose and then a second later, the moon rose. It did that twice, as if two whole days passed by in two seconds. Then, roars of a catlike beast began to sound around him. He felt claws scratch his fur and teeth sink into his body, but they didn't feel like the teeth of any cat he ever knew.
Then, stars began to move away, as if StarClan was leaving him. "No!" he shouted, running after the stars, but a second later, he felt pain in his head and everything turned black again. He moaned and blinked his eyes open. He stood and suddenly realized the pain in his head was gone. He looked into a pool and saw that the wound had disappeared. He looked around and saw Honeywing's small, fragile body lying on the grass. "Honeywing!" he yelled, running to her side.
The blood of her wounds that he saw while talking to the StarClan cats were gone. She looked perfect. "Honeywing?" he said, nudging her. She groaned and opened her eyes. "Lionpaw?" she asked, lifting her head. He sighed in relief. "Are you okay?" he asked her. She sat up and nodded. "I think so," she mewed. She looked around. "W-what just happened?" she asked, her voice coming out as a whisper.
"I don't know," he meowed, looking around.
Honeywing stood and began to walk but stumbled and almost fell. "Whoa, easy there," Lionpaw mewed, stepping beside her before she could fall. Instead of falling to the ground, she leaned against him. She instantly stood upright instead of continuing to let him help her for support.
She stumbled again, but this time fell on the ground. Lionpaw stood over her. He tilted his head to one side. "You sure you're okay?" he asked. She looked up at him. "I said I didn't know," she snapped. "Let me help you up," he offered. She opened her mouth to argue, but knew it would probably hurt if she did it on her own. He helped her up and he asked, "What happened?"
"Rock," she mewed, "hit me. Then I tripped and fell down a tiny gorge. I hurt my leg badly, but… I-I'm okay," she mewed, looking at Lionpaw. He saw something in her eyes, but he couldn't tell what it was. "Lionpaw, I…" she trailed off. "You what?" he asked, stepping forward. "I saw… terrible things. Three cats, they came to me and told me that…" she mewed, but trailed off. "That a beast will rise with teeth and claws and…" he broke off when he saw the scared look on Honeywing's eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she mewed. "Honeywing I'm sorry," he meowed. "It's okay," she mewed. "But what do you think it means?" she asked him.
"I don't know, but what I do know is that the Clans are in danger," he mewed gravely.