A/N
I lied! This one is longer!
~~Chapter Seven~~
"Finally! We got her up here, everyone! Come look. Soon Whitef- Whitepaw will join her. Ah, her memories are beginning to come back."
I open my eyes. A small creek runs beside me, joining into a large pond. The soft grass beneath me is slightly damp with dew. I twist my head towards to sound. A sleek black shecat lays on the grass, her green eyes flashing gently at me, next to a light grey shecat with deep blue eyes. A little ways away from the sits two toms, a light brown tabby with white paws and amber eyes, with a bright orange tabby tom with deep green eyes whispering in his eye furiously.
"Hello, Falconpaw." calls the black shecat. "Who are you?" I meow. "Ravenstar. This is Willowstar-" she flicks her thin tail at the shecat next to her, "and those dopey toms are Mousestar and Strikestar." The brown one, who I guess is Mousestar, looks up at me warmly. The orange tom, Strikestar, hisses angrily. I step back, my paw slipping in the mud.
"Oof! Ah! Help me!" I hear a familiar voice sound from a tree across the creek. "Whitepaw!" I look down at the rushing water. Deciding Whitepaw is more important than keeping my paws dry, I run to the opposite shore. "Falconpaw! Is this StarClan?" He meows from the tree. I look up at him. His white nose is scrunched up, his blue eyes squeezed shut.
"I'm coming, Whitepaw. You're lucky Rainheart already taught me to climb, a little after I met you. Did you know she was a warrior before she was a medicine cat?" I say, trying to calm him with words. I leap at the tree, hooking my claws into its trunk. I push up, nimbly climbing the tree trunk. "Come on, you big lump!" I grab his scruff and pull. "Fine! I'm jumping, Falconpaw!" The orange apprentice leaps off the tree.
I push off the large tree, my paws colliding with the short grass. "Whitepaw, these are Ravenstar, Willowstar, Mousestar, and Strikestar." I introduce each leader with a brief nod. "They started our Clans." Whitepaw gasps. He straightens his back and furiously licks his chest. He finishes and dips his head in respect. Willowstar stifles a giggle and Strikestar huffs. I edge closer to Ravenstar. "What's his problem?" I whisper. "He...doesn't like you very much." How does he even know me?
"Why are we here?" asks Whitepaw. "Because you idiots are special." Strikestar growls. Mousestar steps closer to Willowstar, who licks him gently. "Strikestar, hush! Kits, you're here because we need you. Look into the pool." Willowstar says. Whitepaw twists his orange head backwards.
Turning my body around, I look into the pond. I see our reflection, but the two cats in the pond ripple and vanish, replaced by a russet-furred tom. His amber eyes glint evilly. The background forms a dark forest, and the sky is blank. The Place Of No Stars. The Dark Forest. Suddenly the pond's reflection lurches into this cat's eye, then turning around to see what it sees.
It stares down through a hole in the dirt, staring at cats in a medicine den, twitching and jerking around, yowling in pain. Even the cat tending to them twitches occasionally. Suddenly they all drop to the floor, dead. The pond zooms out of that medicine den, going into an eagle's eye view of WillowClan. Then it turns and whisks to the left, toward MouseClan.
The camp is deserted as the pond flies into the medicine den. Several cats lie in moss nests, twitching and exhibiting the same behavior as the cats in WillowClan. The cats are cramped in together. Slowly they all begin to die, the medicine cat frantically trying poultices to no avail. The view flies to StrikeClan.
The camp is completely destroyed, as though a pack of dogs ran through and ripped everything apart. The pond goes into every den, coming across empty nests. It turns to go to RavenClan.
The camp has only two cats wandering about. The pond gets closer and I recognize my pelt next to Whitepaw's orange pelt. The pond Whitepaw shakes violently next to rthe pond me. He slumps down onto the ground, dead. The pond me wails. I feel a tear slide down my real cheek. Whitepaw licks my ear to comfort me. I turn back to the pond.
The view has now zoomed into the leader's den, where a dark brown body lays curled into a light blue-grey one, both dead yet so peaceful looking. Adderstar and Rainheart. I will myself not to cry. Luckily the pond flies out of there. Unluckily it flies into the nursery.
Three dead queens lie in their soft bedding, one of them Cloudcurl. The first queen rolls over and I let out a breath, at least one is alive, revealing two kits. One squirms back to its mother's belly only to find its mother twitching. The kit latches onto her belly, trying to suckle. The mother lies still. The kit twitches violently and I look away, shuddering.
The view pans into the warriors' den, which holds three cats, all dead. I recognize Softfeather curled next to Greyshadow, her belly plump with obvious kits. Whitepaw gasps beside me. "That's Hardpelt. Why are they all dead?" I shake my head. The rest of the cats must all be in the medicine den. The view finds me next to dead pond Whitepaw. My right leg twitches uncontrollably. The pond me falls to the ground beside Whitepaw, dead.
Then the russet tom is reflected back at us again, laughing cooly. "Do you see now, StarClan? Your cats are dead. Killed by Redshadow! And your saviors, dead too! 'The Shadow will fall by the paws of the Falcon, singed by the Fire, torn by the Blue and Green.' Yeah, right! They're both dead anyway!" The cat turns away from the hole and walks into the forest. Behind him a falcon flies up from a dark abyss, the blueish lightning behind it appearing to ignite its feathers. Its shadow becomes nonexistent from the bight light. The pond ripples and reflects back Whitepaw and I.
"What..was that?" I ask Ravenstar. "A vision of the future, my kit. Something even we cannot stop. Something you must. Quickly, kits, you're fading. Go!" And with that she and the other leaders run off into the trees. Whitepaw turns to me.
"Falconpaw, you're fading." He says. "Meet me at the front of that kittypet's nest. Whenever you can, and don't bring anyone!" I yowl, watching him nod before waking up.
