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Moonstar of FireClan: Not Sha cubes! Seth wouldn't eat me, would he? I created him! (Seth: -growls-) Uh well… here's the update. Spare me!

Mintytooth: Hmmm… chemistry is horrible, isn't it? I remember being a sitting duck when I had chemistry. Fortunately, we have moved on to physics, like catapults! Yay! (flings a marshmallow across the room).

Flamespirit-eth: Thanks:) I'm a bit… um… mousebrained… when it comes to stuff like this. Maddie hasn't been mentioned yet in earlier chapters, so don't worry.

some crazy girl who likes pie: (nods) Acidpaw is awesome. Thanks for reviewing.

Princess of Lightning: I like Redkit as well. Then again, I like all my characters, since I created them. Well… maybe except for Lionclaw. He was bugging me.

LOTS OF THANKS TO MY FANTASTIC BETA, MISTYTAIL!!!

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Chapter Four

Freddy's Story: Part One

"Maddie… Is that you?"

The tabby she-cat shook her head slowly. The kittypet looked down at his paws.

"Sorry… my mistake. It's just that you look a lot like her."

Rainpaw stared at the kittypet. He was awake at last. Silverdiamond rushed up to him.

"You should sit down. You're still too weak to be up and about like that."

The kittypet sat down.

"It's Freddy, right?" asked Rainpaw. She looked at the tabby she-cat, "And you're Quietpaw."

Quietpaw nodded, as did Freddy.

"Why did you think that Quietpaw was someone else? I mean, couldn't you tell by scent?"

"Maddie and I were on the streets eating out of trash cans for a long time. I thought that maybe… Maddie had survived."

Quietpaw put her head to one side, as if wondering what happened.

Freddy's piercing amber eyes studied Quietpaw.

His next words were shocking.

"Hey… Quietpaw… You're mute, aren't you?"

Quietpaw's eyes widened.

How did he know?

"How did you know?" asked Rainpaw, voicing Quietpaw's thoughts.

"Long story," he replied.

"Explain it to us," meowed Silverdiamond, "How did you end up being nearly killed by that dog?"

Freddy closed his eyes. "It started a long time ago. Maddie and I were five moons old… Life was good until our mother died…"

Flashback

A tiny tabby she-cat stared at her brother.

Where's mom? she thought.

"Forget it, Maddie…" mewed a smaller version of Freddy, "She's dead. We're going to be stuck here until some Upwalker adopts us."

The kit's eyes widened. Why?

"Because they found us on the street, which is their territory."

Maddie snorted angrily. I don't want to! No Upwalker is going to take me away!

"I know you don't want to, but if we're lucky, we'll get adopted together. Either way, we're not going to leave this shelter anytime soon. We just got here. It takes a while."

I'm an impatient cat!

Freddy laughed. "Don't I know it!"

Maddie nudged her brother to get his attention. She stared at Freddy and opened her mouth. No sound came out.

"I bet the Upwalkers that end up taking us won't even notice," meowed Freddy, knowing what his sister was thinking, "Besides, it doesn't matter."

The small tabby she-cat nodded and fell asleep with her head on her brother's paws. Freddy couldn't sleep. He was nervous.

Scratch that, he thought, I'm terrified. What if the Upwalker that takes us doesn't treat us well? What if me and Maddie are separated?

"Hey. Pup."

Freddy looked up. Across from his cage, he saw two glittering black eyes.

"Who are you?" asked the orange and white cat. The voice that had spoken to him had been rough, as if the creature had an accent. It was certainly not a cat.

"My name is Seth. What's yours?"

"I'm Freddy," the kit hesitated, "If you don't mind me asking, what are you? You're not a cat."

"I'm a dog," replied Seth. He stepped forward. Freddy could see him now. He was quite obviously still a kit, for he wasn't very big. He had short black fur with brown fur on his chest and legs. He lifted his head proudly, "A Doberman Pinscher to be exact! I come from a purebred family, but… how I ended up in this shelter, I have no idea. One second, I was sleeping, when I woke up, I was here."

"Our mother died," meowed Freddy, gesturing his sister with the tip of his tail, "The Upwalkers caught us, and then left us here."

"Upwalkers?" asked Seth, "That's an interesting way to say it, I guess. Dogs call them 'Funkypelts'. The things they put over their skin are really odd. Have you ever seen one up close? It looks like fur, but is doesn't cover every part of them. And they can switch them, how weird is that? One minute, they have, I don't know, black fur, and the next second, they have white fur!"

"Whoa! That's is weird! Wonder why they always change them…"

"I have no idea. You've got to admit, it's interesting."

"Definitely."

"You cats call your young 'kits' right?"

"Yeah."

"We're called pups or cubs."

"Really?"

"And the Funkypelts call us puppies! Isn't that rat-brained?"

"Yeah! It's just like the way the Upwalkers call us kittens!"

"No way! That sounds so stupid!"

"I know!"

Seth and Freddy chatted for hours, until suddenly, the door of the shelter opened. Both animals fell silent immediately. Two Upwalkers, or in Seth's case, Funkypelts, came near them.

"I like all animals," said one of them.

The other Upwalker nodded and approached Freddy and Maddie's cage. Freddy's fur rose and his lips drew back into a snarl.

"Stop it!" hissed Seth, "If you want to get out of here, the Funkypelts need to like you!"

Freddy blinked and let his fur fall back into place.

"He's adorable!" boomed the first Upwalker, joining the second one in front of Freddy's cage, "Is that his sister in there? How cute!"

"We also have a large variety of dogs, and we even have a rare puppy!" added the second. Seth snorted at the word 'puppy'.

The first Upwalker squealed in delight and spun around, facing Seth, who wagged his tail.

"You're adorable too!" cooed the Upwalker, "I don't know who to choose!"

The Upwalker glanced at Seth's cage, then at Freddy and Maddie's cage.

"This is so difficult! Hmm… Oh, what have I got to lose? I'll take them all! All three of them!"

Freddy's eyes widened. Not only was his sister going to be with them, but Seth was coming too! It was almost too good to be true!

"Maddie!" meowed Freddy, "I was wrong! We're getting out of here! Now!"

The tabby kit's eyes snapped open. She looked up at her brother, her eyes gleaming. Seriously?

"Yes!" assured Freddy, "We'll have a fantastic home, and everything, you'll see!"

It sounds too good to be true…

"I know what you're thinking, and don't worry! We'll be fine!" meowed her brother, nodding his head.

In a matter of moments, Freddy and Maddie were put in a cat carrier, and Seth was lead into the monster that belonged to the Upwalker that was taking them.

Although Freddy and Seth chatted throughout the ride as if they were old friends, Maddie remained silent.

Silent, thought Maddie, aren't I always?

She opened her mouth in a desperate attempt to speak. She wanted so badly to talk with her brother and his friend, but just couldn't.

Freddy stared at her. "Maddie, stop it. It's not your fault that you're mute. You were born that way. Your vocal chords are very weak, so don't try."

"She's mute?" asked Seth.

Freddy nodded and Maddie turned away.

"Hey… Maddie?"

The tabby she-kit turned around.

"I thought you were just being a snob by not joining our conversation. Sorry I jumped to conclusions."

Maddie nodded and shrugged. Seth looked at Freddy for translation.

"She understands and forgives you," he replied.

The rest of the ride was in silence.

The monster finally came to a stop. The Upwalker led Seth and carried Maddie and Freddy to the back of the huge Twoleg nest. It was an enormous square of grass, completely enclosed by metal barriers with holes big enough for only the tiniest newborn kit could squeeze through. Barbed wire lined the top of the barriers, and it looked as if the barrier went deep underground, making escape impossible.

Seth's eyes widened at what he saw. He had heard from his mother about placed like these. There were tons of other dogs and cats in the enclosed area. When the three of them had been adopted, it was too good to be true. This place was the home of an animal hoarder.

"Make yourselves at home," boomed the Funkypelt, "Get along well with the others."

The Upwalker unclipped Seth's leash and released Maddie and Freddy from their carrier. The furless beast turned and returned to its den.

"What… what is this?" stammered Freddy.

"An animal hoarder," whispered Seth, "I thought they were only tales to scare pups…"

Maddie shot Freddy a glance, her tail drooping and touching the ground.

"You were right, Maddie," he meowed grimly, "It was too good to be true."

There was a long silence. The other dogs and cats stared at the new trio.

One cat, a gray and black she-cat, approached them. "You're the new ones, I guess. Good luck."

She turned and padded away. Slowly, the other animals left as well, some of them giving sympathizing looks. Even the other dogs acknowledged them.

Maddie looked at Freddy, tilted her head to the left, and flicked her tail in a circle.

"I don't know."

Seth stared at Freddy. "Huh?"

"Maddie asked me what was going to happen to us."

"Sign language?"

The orange kit nodded. The group was silent for a moment.

"I want to learn."

"What?"

Maddie looked at Seth, her head tilted to the left.

"Maddie's sign language. It's obvious that I'll need to understand her," Seth looked at his paws, "My mother always told me that if you become the pet of an animal hoarder, you'll most likely not get out alive. I want to make the best out of the rest of my life. I know that I haven't known you two for long, but we only have each other. I don't think that the other animals here are going to help us."

Maddie nodded and pressed her fur against Seth.

"She agrees and says that we need to stick together," explained Freddy, "I'm in too. I refuse to die quickly. It's not going to happen."

"You're not going to make it past a week," another voice cut in.

The two cats and Seth wheeled around. There was another dog standing there. She was most definitely older than Seth. She had messy long white fur that made her look twice her actual size. Scars covered her entire body as if they were snakes wrapped around her. Her eyes were sky blue.

"I was the first dog here. I rule this place, and no one questions my authority."

"Says who?" snarled Seth.

Out of nowhere, the other dog attacked Seth and tore open his shoulder with her claws. Two other dogs that were standing behind her laughed.

"Stupid cub. No one challenges Rebekka unless they have a death wish!" growled one of them. He was a Beagle with a chunk of his right ear missing.

"Yeah!" grunted the other dog, a ragged Yorkshire Terrier.

"I did not give you permission to speak," snarled Rebekka, glaring at her companions, "Roger, Terry, go back to the house. I will punish you there."

The other two dogs, ears flat against their skulls, backed away slowly and ran toward the Upwalker nest.

Maddie stepped in front of Seth, bristling angrily.

Rebekka took a step back. Maddie extended her claws, and Rebekka sprinted away, tail between her legs.

"Good job, Maddie!" meowed Freddy, "You scared her away!"

Maddie shook her head, her paws kneading the ground.

"You don't think it was because of you?"

She shook her head again.

"Of course it wasn't a kit like you."

The cats jumped and spun around.

There was a fierce looking cat standing there. He was a tabby with white paws. His eyes were bright orange.

"Don't worry about Rebekka," he assured, "This is the cat side of the yard. You're safe from her here. She ran because she knew that she could get hurt on this side of the yard. My name is Whitefire, and the two of you must be the new cats. Feel free to join me, but… the dog… he is not staying on the cat side."

Maddie scratched the ground in front of her, an angry expression on her face.

"She wants to know why," meowed Freddy, "And I would like the same answer."

"Because the boss of the cat side would not appreciate it. He defeated Rebekka, you know. He abhors dogs."

Maddie licked her shoulder quickly and looked pleadingly at Whitefire.

"She wants to ask if Seth can stay while his shoulder heals, then we'll do what you want."

"I'm afraid that the dog is a goner. That wound will get infected, and it will be the end of him."

"But… that's so unfair!" protested Freddy.

"I'm not the enemy! If it were up to me, I would let him stay. But Ember… he won't have it," meowed Whitefire.

Maddie scratched the ground with her back paws.

"We're not staying here then," snarled Freddy, "I know that you mean well, but if Seth goes, we go. We're not going to let him die."

"I have an idea," started Whitefire, "Go to Rebekka and ask to join her. If everything works out, then you'll have to live on the dog side of the territory. Leave Seth here, and I'll take care of him with the allies within the cat side. I can't guarantee that he'll live, but I'll try."

Freddy was confused. "I don't get it."

"Let me start from the beginning. When the animal hoarding started, there was only Ember and Rebekka. Those two were enemies, and as other cats and dogs joined them as they came. There were many fights. I came here with a friend of mine. We had nowhere to go, and we thought this place would be safe, but we were wrong. We joined Ember. The rules here are these: you may not go onto the other territory, and you may not help any other animal on the other side. There are others on the cat side who do not like the way Ember runs the cat side. I suspect that there are ones like that on the dog side. If you can find out who they are, we can overthrow both Rebekka and Ember."

Freddy nodded. "But does Rebekka accept cats?"

Whitefire nodded. "A few have. They hate Ember and act as though they were dogs."

Maddie's narrowed and she extended her claws.

"She says that she'll do what you say. Maddie is really quick to judge people."

Hey! thought Maddie

Whitefire dipped his head. "Thank you. If we want to have any chance of living without worrying about borders, those two need to be gotten rid of. Try to find out who the ones who don't like Rebekka are and bring them to the Twoleg nest at moonrise. I've got to go. Ember will wonder where I am. May StarClan light your path."

"What are you talking about? What's a Twoleg? What's StarClan?"

Whitefire paused. "Change of plans. Bring the allies moonrise tomorrow. I need to speak to you alone at the door of the nest tonight. Be there."

"You mean the entrance?"

"Yes. I'll take Maddie with me. The job you must do should not be for a she-cat."

No! I want to go with you!

"It's for the best Maddie. I don't want you to get hurt," Freddy looked at Whitefire, "What about Seth?"

"… I don't know. I'm sorry," with that, Whitefire turned and left, Maddie following him, glancing one at her brother.

Good luck.

"Thanks," Freddy sighed, "Better get started."

He approached Seth, whose eyes flickered open.

"Are you okay?" asked Freddy.

"My shoulder…" he whimpered.

"I won't leave you. I'll be back here at sunset."

Seth nodded weakly. "Thanks."

He padded across the border, which was marked by an Upwalker's path. There was a row of trees and behind them he could distinctly see a row of beat-up doghouses.

"Halt!" snarled a voice.

The orange kit stopped.

A Borzoi approached him, his ginger fur standing on end. "What are you doing on Rebekka's side of the yard?"

"I wish to join this side. Ember is stupid."

The Borzoi glanced around, his amber eyes darting around the yard. Finally, he dipped his head closer to Freddy. "You're making the wrong decision, cub."

"What?"

"Rebekka is nothing but a tyrant. She'll kill you if you disobey. She killed my mate and my cubs. Don't do the wrong thing."

"Then… You're my ally!"

"Shhh! You ratbrain!" he growled, "Don't let anyone else hear you! What are you talking about anyways?"

"I was sent here by Whitefire. I'm to join this place and find all the ones who want to overthrow Rebekka."

The Borzoi was silent. "My name is Flame. I hate Rebekka as well. I suppose I should help you. I have friends that don't like her either."

Freddy was speechless. Everything was perfect. All he needed to do was get accepted by Rebekka.

"We're meeting Whitefire and his group in two moonrises. Now, can you take me to Rebekka please?"

"Sure. But remember… if doesn't like you… she will kill you. Good luck."

Freddy gulped. He didn't want to die, not yet.

"There's a new cat that wants to join, boss," barked Terry, the Yorkshire Terrier from before. He bore a new scar on his face.

"Bring him here," ordered Rebekka from inside a shabby little doghouse, although it was by far the best-looking one.

Freddy took at deep breath and followed Terry inside the doghouse. What he saw shocked him slightly. Rebekka was lying on a pile of moss. Three cats were sitting next to her: One ginger tom, one tabby she-cat, and a white tom-kit with ice blue eyes. He was no older than six moons. They were carefully grooming the dog's snow-white fur.

"The new cat, your Highness," he muttered, his ears flat and his belly touching the ground.

Rebekka's blue eyes glinted. "You're the one from earlier."

"Yes. I have come to give my serious apologies for what my stupid dog companion said to you earlier, your Highness."

Freddy's ears went back and he imitated the gesture of respect that Terry had done.

Rebekka's eyes narrowed. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

Freddy's heart skipped a beat. She was going to kill him, wasn't she?

"Fortunately for you, I am in a good mood. You can join, but don't expect to get a high rank."

The orange and white kit held in a sigh of relief. He kept him submissive position. "Of course, your Highness."

"Good. Now sit next to December. He's the white cat. Put one claw on him and I will rip your entrails out of your stomach. You will join the others in cleaning my fur."

"Yes, you Highness," mewed Freddy. He moved with his tail touching the ground and his ears flat. He noticed that the other cats all held the same stance as he with the exception of the white cat, December.

For hours, Freddy groomed Rebekka's fur. He noticed that December took frequent breaks, and that Rebekka did nothing to stop him. When the tabby she-cat attempted to stop, Rebekka swatted her over the head with one paw.

Was December getting special treatment or something? Was it a reward for his loyalty to Rebekka? If that were the case, he should probably do a better job or cleaning the dog's fur. He neck hurt from all the crouching.

"Alright. You can all go back to your doghouses. Be back here at dawn. Good work, December."

December nodded and padded away, his tail actually not touching the ground. The ginger tom and the tabby she-cat glared at him and left Rebekka's den, their tails drooping and their ears flat against their skulls.

Freddy followed their lead until he was well away from Rebekka's den. Then, he picked up the pace.

"Hey! December!"

The white cat turned around. "Yes?"

"Um… Do you know a place where I can sleep? I'm new here."

"I figured as much. There's my doghouse. There's no one else living there at the moment. Everyone here seems to glare at me as I pass."

"Thanks."

Freddy followed the white cat. When he finally stopped, they were in front of a doghouse nicer than Rebekka's. The orange-and-white kit gaped at it.

"I don't understand! Why didn't Rebekka take this one?"

December shrugged. "I have no idea. When I came here, she told me to take this one," he turned to look at Freddy, "It's not too late to join Ember, you know."

"What? Don't tell me that you don't like Rebekka either!"

"You mean you came here on purpose?"

"Uh… maybe…" Freddy glanced at the setting sun. He remembered that he was supposed to go see Seth at the border, then Whitefire at the Upwalker nest, "I have something to do, so… I'll see you later."

December nodded.

Freddy turned at ran off. He really hoped he didn't blow his cover. December wouldn't report him to Rebekka, would he?

"Seth?" whispered the orange-and-white tom.

The Doberman lifted his head. "Is that you, Freddy?"

"Yes. I spent my day grooming Rebekka's fur. Don't worry about a thing. Just stay here during the day, and I'll come see you at night."

"Thank you…"

Freddy noticed that the wound on Seth's shoulder was cleaned.

"Who took care of—"

"My shoulder? Maddie came by earlier and cleaned it. I found out that the tongue of a cat is scratchy. The hard way."

Freddy laughed, "Well, at least your shoulder is a bit better. Listen, I've got to go meet Whitefire at the Upwalker nest. I'll see you tomorrow."

"No need," another voice cut in.

Freddy jumped. "Oh, it's just you, Whitefire."

Whitefire nodded. "Good news. I've found a hiding place for Seth. It's safe for now. It's inside the Twoleg nest. It's the place where all the outcasts go. Whether they're traitors who have escaped Rebekka's wrath, or creatures of no use to either Ember or Rebekka, that's the safest place for Seth. Unfortunately, Ember plans to exterminate all the ones that live in there, so it's only a temporary fix."

"Thank you… I'm sick of hiding," growled Seth softly, "Even though it's only been one day."

Freddy felt like he had spent days in this place already.

"Let's get going," meowed Whitefire.

Freddy helped Seth to his paws and followed the tabby tom. They reached the Upwalker nest. There was a dog door in the entrance.

"Go on," urged Whitefire, "And good luck. Stay strong."

The dog nodded his thanks. "Will do."

Seth disappeared into the doghouse.

Whitefire sighed in relief. "Now I have no chance of getting caught by Ember seeing me help a dog."

Freddy looked up at him. "I have good news too! I've already found all the allies in Rebekka's side. I met a Borzoi called Flame, and he says that he already has an assembled team of traitors ready!"

"Flame! I knew he wasn't loyal to Rebekka! Just the look on his face whenever Rebekka would pass. Pure loathing! I knew he was one of us!"

"I had a question for you. Do you know who December is?"

"Of course! Apparently, he's a cat that is treated extremely well by Rebekka. Rumors about him have spread all the way to Ember's side."

"He told me something interesting. He let me stay in the doghouse that he's in, and he told me this: 'It's not too late to join Ember.' Do you think that he's on our side?"

Whitefire thought for a moment. "Maybe. Bring him here with the other allies tomorrow. If he squeals to Rebekka, we'll have to threaten him."

Freddy nodded. He didn't particularly want to threaten December, but they had no choice. "Alright… but you told me to come here for another reason. What was it?"

"I wanted to ask you… when this mess is all over, and if by any chance we're able to escape the animal hoarder… listen. I come from far away, in the prairie near the mountain."

"The prairie? When my mother was alive, she said that the cats that lived there ate street cats for breakfast!"

Whitefire laughed. "Those are just rumors. I come from PrairieClan, the group of cats residing in the prairie. If and when I get out of this place, I'm going home to the Prairie. Would you like to come with me? Maddie can come too…"

End Flashback

Freddy opened his eyes.

"Whitefire…" muttered Silverdiamond, "I've definitely heard the name before. Ask one of the elders. But you haven't explained what happened to make that dog attack you."

"My story has barely begun…"

"Keep going, then," urged Rainpaw.

Quietpaw nodded too. She wanted to know what happened to Maddie as well.

"In the morning," interrupted Silverdiamond, "It's late, and all of you need your sleep."

Rainpaw realized that they had been in the Medicine Cat den all day. She yawned, realizing for the first time how tired she was. She nodded good night to Silverdiamond and the others and returned to the apprentice den.

Twolegplace…

The white cat growled. He was facing the shadows of a doghouse.

"Why won't you go? They need you!" he yowled.

"Do you honestly think I have the energy? The prairie… so far away…"

"I've known you for a long time, and you always said that you longed to return to the Prairie! You heard the prophecy! They need you!"

"Go yourself. It is your destiny. If you see … never mind, it would be best if you didn't say anything."

"You go yourself!" snapped the white cat, "Just go! What have you got to lose?"

"I can't bring myself to return… not without my friend. What would they think of me if I came back without him?"

"Get over it! He's gone! Just say that!"

"… I can't."

The white cat snarled in frustration. "Fine, then! I'll just go without you!"

He turned and ran in the other direction, leaping up a fence. He winced when his soft paw pads came in contact with barbed wire, but nevertheless got to the other side.

The cat hiding in the shadows of the doghouse sighed. He remembered clearly the prophecy he had been given a moon ago:

Watch out for the gale that seems to roar,

He alone can make peace exist no more.

Rain will be shielded by white,

Leaves will be mangled in a dangerous fight.

All we be revealed on silver's fern,

A dying star will need to return.

Forest will be strengthened by eternal rain,

But will drown in acid's pain.

Mourning rain will be turned cold,

A story will come that has never been told.

The cat had figured out the meaning of that prophecy a while ago. The peace of the four clans was going to be destroyed. And it was all his fault. He knew who the 'gale that seemed to roar' was, and he had let that monster of a cat live. The roaring gale and the cat had fought many moons ago, and he had been defeated. He now lived with injuries that not even Twolegs could fix. He knew he needed to face the roaring gale once again, but he could not return.

Winterflame had gone on to the prairie. The cat hoped that he would fight the roaring gale and win. He might even find some old friends and allies on his way. The cat sighed again. He dearly hoped that he had not sent his white-furred companion to his death.

Another secret that the cat held was the second prophecy. He had not told Winterflame about it. It was as followed:

There are three: one who watches them as a star,

The others do not know who they truly are.

The one of scarlet knows nothing of the diamond breeze,

The one of blazes fled far from the trees.

He knew what that meant as well. His mate had told him all about it. It was a huge issue a while back.

"I wonder how my mate is doing…" he mused, "I hope she's still alive and that her secret is safe. She told me that Silverdiamond was a loyal friend. I hope she was right. And my kits… dead? Alive? I will never know."

He sunk into a deep slumber.

There was a white-furred she cat with small gray flecks on her legs. She was walking through the forest on the Gathering Island.

"StarClan," meowed the cat aloud, "Why are you showing me this?"

The white-furred she-cat looked around, alarmed. "Who's there?"

The cat did not reply. He watched as a ginger tom approached Rainpaw. The cat smiled.

"Redstar," he whispered, "I understand your intentions."

They spoke for a while, and the cat heard the ginger tom repeat the second prophecy before he began to fade away. Redstar glanced at the cat. His ice blue eyes locked with his.

The cat woke with a start.

"I must return," he whispered, "I'm coming, Winterflame and Rainpaw."

Determination shone in the cat's emerald green eyes. He forced himself to his paws, ignoring the pain in his chest and throat.

"I could drop dead at any second, yet I find the need to go back. It's uncanny how accurate the prophecy is. I am a dying star," the cat's gaze hardened and his pupils narrowed into slits, "Watch out, Roaringbreeze. I'm coming back, and I'm going to kill you."

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Dun dun dun! Who is this mysterious cat? How does he know Rainpaw? Anonymous reviewer block is off, so… :) yeah.