The Water Trilogy
Chapter Three
The sun was just beginning to rise over the treetops when Splashpaw woke up. She yawned sleepily and stretched.
Giving herself a quick wash, she reminded herself that today she was going to go out training. With an exited pang, she finished her washing hastily and padded out of the opening of the apprentice's den.
Mossstorm had just emerged from the warrior's den and trotted over to meet Splashpaw. "Today, as I told you, we are going over IceClan territory. But remember," Mossstorm warned, "We must be quiet when we are close to the borders. We don't want to meet any enemy warrior patrols!"
Splashkit nodded. "Alright, follow me." Mossstorm called over her shoulder as she raced across camp.
Splashpaw ran after her and caught up with sheer speed. Mossstorm twitched her whiskers in amazement. "Then it is true," she murmured. "About what they say about you." Before Splashpaw had any time to question her, she ran out of camp, Splashpaw hard on her heels.
Panting, Mossstorm and Splashpaw slowed their pace. A huge waterfall appeared before them. Water crashed down in a ceaseless roar as the rocks at the bottom were taking in the wrath. "This is Pebble Falls." Mossstorm meowed once she caught her breath.
Splashpaw tried to take it all in. She instantly knew great power was in these falls.
Suddenly, a horrified yowl sounded over the roaring of the falls.
Splashpaw saw a glimpse of light-brown before the cat went over the raging drop.