Rising from Flames

Chapter 3 – Dreams

Hi! Back with another chapter. Here, I will answer some reviews.

Madison of Higgins Clan – Thanks! Really appreciated.

Mossshine of the Stars – Appreciated.

Cinderstar377 – Russetbloom is dead, but Stormwhisker isn't.

Rising from Embers – Love the name by the way. Oh….about those…..but yes, Stormwhisker isn't dead, just put into eternal sleep, he'll wake up somewhere in the story.

In the fire of Glazing Roses, in the burning place of the Glass Flame. Through night and day; through Divinius and Anuculus; that is were you will find your savior. Your hope, you're light, deep in an eternal sleep.

"Stormwhisker!" a voice said urgently. "Stormwhisker!" Stormwhisker woke up all of a sudden, to see he was floating in midair. He scrambled up looking, his face full of pure horror.

"Who is there? Who called me? I'm not a toy you know." he said trying to sound confident, but you could tell he wasn't.

"Don't you recognize me?" a voice said. "Honestly, you need to get your hearing checked." the voice said sympathetically and sarcastically. "It's me you dolt! I blend in!" the voice said annoyed.

"Blend in?" he murmured. He was in a place where the fires burned in a reddish-brown way all day long, filled with "fire roses, and the Glass Flame." "Reddish-brown?" he murmured.

"Hello? Russet for short? Are you that close to being worse than a mouse-brain? Honestly, I am so disappointed." the voice said pointedly.

"Russet?" Stormwhisker murmured. "Russetbloom!" he cried out as he remembered. "Russetbloom! Is that you?"

"Finally," Russetbloom said gruffly. "I've turned old here. Older than the oldest elder, older than Glazestrike." she said. "Gee, was my taste that bad?"

"Russetbloom!" Stormwhisker repeated his voice beaming with joy.

"What?" Russetbloom snapped. "What do you want to know?" Stormwhisker tilted is head. "Didn't you hear Huntress? All your questions will be answered….except a few. So, what do you want to know?!" Russetbloom snapped.

"How did you die?"

"By a void. You already know. His name was Sicarious. The killer of the Angeli's. Next," she said waving her tail, making him say his questions.

"What was the prophecy?"

Russetbloom stopped. "I can't tell you," she whispered.

Stormwhisker sighed. "Why not?"

"I can't tell you that either."

"Was it about my clan?"

"I can't tell you that."

"What will happen to my clan?"

"Nope."

"What will you answer than?!" he said annoyed.

"Most questions….except a few."

"Can I see my camp right now?" he asked wanting to know who they were faring.

"Are you sure?" Russetbloom asked.

"What do you mean, are you sure?" Stormwhisker asked confused.

"You only get to ask that once. You'll only see them once," she whispered. "Are you sure you want to see right now?"

Stormwhisker stopped. "I- I don't know," he muttered. "Can I see Mistflower then?"

"Why?" Russetbloom asked curiously. "Why here? Why not Stormwhisp or anyone else?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "She just came into my mind," he said looking very embarrassed.

Russetbloom waved her tail and there was Mistflower bouncing happily in the forest. Alone. Stormwhisker screamed in his head; where was her protector? But then he saw Blazeclaw and he sighed with relief. But the image disappeared. He looked up at Russetbloom questionly.

"I can show you no more. Rest now Stormwhisker, and may you find peace in your dreams." Then she disappeared.

"Wait!" Stormwhisker yowled. "Wait! What am I supposed to do? What do you mean 'peace in your dreams?'" Stormwhisker tried to follow her but he was stuck; like a million binds were binding him, and he looked down. On the ice, he invisible binds. "Help!" he screeched. He took out his claws and teeth and tried to cut through the vines on the ice. He finally stopped struggling, when he felt them loosen.

He snapped them free and ran after Russetbloom. But by that time, she had disappeared. "Russetbloom!" he screeched angrily. "Come back! I still have qu-" he stopped abruptly when he felt a wave of tiredness taking over, and he collapsed to the floor.

~Dream and your questions will be answered. Live and your questions will appear. Watch and you will have everything but your soul~

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"Celeste!" a girl cried excitedly. "We have finally accomplished what we needed to do many centuries ago! The dawn of forest cats will be finally gone! Gone! Can you believe it? No more danger to us, unless someone finds where we have hidden the cat. We will rule!"

Celeste only nodded her pale face. She didn't necessarily want them to be gone. She just hopes that angels and cats won't pay mind, and that Stormwhisker, the one who she betrayed twice, will wake up and forgive her.

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Celeste was depressed and in a foul mood. Even though she didn't want to, there was no way to escape her master's words. She went on, preparing the lightning, preparing the storm, preparing the whole routine for practice rounds, and setting them to experiment on other cats, while Huntress just watched laughing at the other cat's horrified expressions and grinning every time the fake storm worked. "I'm sorry," she whispered slowly to thin air. "I hope you think of something Glacieus."

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Stormwhisker was dreaming of a horseplace. A place filled with horses, the big four-legged animals that let twolegs ride on their backs. Everything was peaceful, a sunny day, the ground filled with flowers, and Stormwhisker wondered why he was even having this dream, until the twoleg and horse disappeared into the forest. But everything would be fine. It wasn't like a storm would brew and cause a fi-. But just then as he was thinking a storm brewed the horseplace caught on fire. Stormwhisker yelped and stumbled backwards. His dream shifted and saw that his neighboring clan was on fire as well. He closed his eyes and prayed this wasn't really happening. Because it's a dream after all. But when he opened his eyes again, one very bad picture was there.

His clan. His clan mates. His leader. His whole clan. On fire. He yelped and looked horrified. He should have known. That was what Celeste was planning to accomplish through killing Russetbloom. She would have known he wouldn't care, and then she knew to strike the fire right then. I've got to get out of here! He thought. But everywhere he ran to, the walls were full or raging flames. "I'm the only one who knows that this will happen!" he cried out miserably. But suddenly, a shadow fell over him. "W-Who's there?" he stuttered. But nothing happened. No cat appeared.

Just when he thought it was just a fragment of imagination, an eerie, soft, echoing voice said something most peculiar.

Seek me where my voice will sound

Where you are, you're not on the ground

If you need to ask the flowers are here

As the world will soon be clear.

And as the voices faded off into the distance, Stormwhisker was left turning wildly, repeating the song he had just witnessed. "Seek me where my voices will sound, where you are, you're not on ground….How am I supposed to figure that out?" he yelled angrily, most in frustration that he couldn't help his clan mates or any other cat.

Anger will not help you now

And if you keep you will bow

To the destruction of cats

And the last angel will take the parried breath.

The one who hunts of thee

Will turn the back on which he need

Then forever carry out

The final places

Where destruction lays

Yet out of dangers harm

To curse himself in sacrifice

And as the eerie voice faded out, he had a chilled tingling on his back. It would be him. He was the one who hunted thee, and he was the one who cursed him to sacrifice his clan mates. As anger turned to horror, he ran to what seemed the door of his fate, and where he would rise from the flames.