Have you ever known something but couldn't exactly place it, and been so frustrated that you couldn't? Well, read on: :D
Blazepaw knew exactly where he was going. Actually, he didn't really knew, he was still laughing about the clever way he had disguised his scent, by rolling in some strong smelling herbs he'd watched Lightpaw collecting when he was a kit.
"Garlic." She called it.
Then, when he found the garlic stink too strong, he'd rolled in some fresh ferns. Now he smelled like a walking bush-cat. His paws jerked to a stop and he looked down into the tunnel, tipping his head. Pelts brushed his, and happy murmurs whispered in his ears.
Come, come Blazepaw! Welcome back Blazepaw! He followed them, letting them guide him on down the tunnel until he reached a flower. It was wilted, and it looked sad. Sunlight streamed down onto it from a hole in the roof, but it didn't look like it was actually doing anything for the plant.
He sniffed it, and the flower was a dizzying bundle of scents... warm, mother's milk, fresh kill, the comforting smell of Amberclan, his clan, and the flower's own intoxicating, sweet smell. He took another huff of it and was about to take another when his paws wobbled. Blazepaw dropped to his stomach, laid his head on his paws, and succumbed to the blackness.
"Welcome back, Blazepaw." A large black tom stood before him, eyes friendly.
"I don't know you." Blazepaw said, lashing his tail.
Why had he come here again? His memories were fuzzed, and frustration soared over him as he failed to snatch them back.
"Of course you don't." The blue eyed tom said his eyes soft.
"Why- why am I talking to you?" He growled, pelt hot.
He knew this cat! It was on the tip of his tongue! Blazepaw shook his head, as if that could bring back the scattered memories. "
Fire will leave a field of ash and bloom a field of spirits with loving paws. You know what that means don't you?"
Shadownight said, making Blazepaw flick his ears in confusion.
"N-no."
He faltered, his memories scrambling, moving just out of the way of his mind's claws as they tried to put them back together. He knew, just couldn't remember... if he could only remember this Starclan cat, and what this prophecy meant...
"Blazepaw, you have to protect your family! It is crucial! If one cat trips, you have to keep them from bumping into other cats. One mistake can lead to a whole line of mistakes. Please, Blazepaw! Snowpaw, Applepaw, Featherpaw, even Acornpaw and Moonpaw! Your family... please..."
The black tom was fading away as Blazepaw sneered, "Why should I have to take their weight on my shoulders? They need to keep their paws straight by themselves!"
That's when he found somebody poking him awake, and the black tom was whispering: please... please save them...
Shadownight begs Blazepaw to save his family from something he doesn't know he's supposed to save them from! Next POV is Snowpaw! Woo-hoo!