Chapter 7- Dustypaw

Dustypaw sat on the bank of the river flicking water droplets off his paw. Him and Hailpaw had been waiting in camp for what seemed like moons. "What is taking them so long?" he asked her. Hailpaw flicked her tail and dismissed his comment.

"They will come get us when they are ready." Hailpaw picked up a piece of freshkill and walked toward the medicine cat den where their sister, Daisypaw sat. Hailpaw and Daisypaw were both a creamy shade of white, like their father but had beautiful blue eyes like Rainstar. He looked nothing like her or their long dead father.

Dustypaw looked around the calm camp. The youngest kits, Spiderkit, Cricketkit and Featherkit had invented a game where you tried to catch feathers out of the stream that ran through camp. And whoever caught the biggest feather won. The older kits, Icekit and Snowkit who were both five moons old, sat grooming each other's already perfectly glossy pelts. There was nothing to do. There was enough fish for once in leafbare, borders were all checked and half the mentors were gone so no training. That's when she came in. Ivyleaf and a little gray tabby he had never seen before. They walked up to him. "Where is Rainstar?"

"She is in her den." He pointed with his tail toward the entrance. The pretty gray cat nodded her head and walked into the mossy stones. The pale gray tabby stayed behind.

"Are you the only brown cat in you clan? I don't see any others." She had a smooth, quiet voice that sounded soothing. The kind of voice you would want to heal you.

"There is one other, Barkclaw, my mentor. Brown pelts isn't something RiverClan really prides themselves on."

He saw a spark of something in her eyes, pity, realization, something, but he didn't know what it was. "I'm Hazelpaw, by the way. I'm the new ThunderClan medicine cat."

Dustypaw felt his ears perk up. "What happened to Mosspaw?"

"She didn't want to be medicine cat so she convinced Thrushstar to let me be medicine cat instead." Dustypaw's widened.

"Foxstar is dead?" Hazelpaw nodded to Dustypaw's question, her blue eyes flickering with sadness.

"It is a real shame but it is a good thing too, I received a prophecy. I don't think I should tell you though." Hazelpaw left the clearing and followed Ivyleaf into Rainstar's den. Dustypaw blinked his eyes. A prophecy? "I must go and see if Ivyleaf needs me. Good day Dustypaw."

Dustypaw raced across the stretches of reeds that covered RiverClan camp ignoring the mews of protest that came from his clan mates. I knew there had to be a prophecy. I knew there was a reason we were all there. He kept racing the river, letting his paws splash in its cooling water. But what is the prophecy about? He had reached the WindClan border by this point. It was there he saw a cream she-cat with tortoiseshell patches, Fernpaw. She was staring into the water. "Fernpaw?"

She looked up, her ears perking at her name. Her fur was fluffed up until she saw who it was. "Oh, hey Dustypaw. What is it?"

This was the moment he had been waiting for. He could figure out this prophecy and figure out what it had to do with them. "Could you do me a favor?" He asked daringly.

"What is it?" Her green eyes were shining. He could feel the excitement rippling off of her pelt.

"There was a prophecy. Try to get Mosspaw to meet us at the Horseplace tomorrow at moonhigh. I'll get Snakepaw and figure out the prophecy from Hazelpaw. She is in our camp now. I cannot shake this feeling that we are meant for more than this. I think we are supposed to end this age of segregation in the clans. Can you do this for me, Fernpaw?"

"Dustypaw, I feel the same way. I'm tired of being alone in WindClan. Even my own mentor, Thornwhisker is being difficult. I'm tired of it and I want it to end." Her pretty fur stood on end as she revealed how she felt to Dustypaw. "I'll get her. You learn the prophecy and get Snakepaw." He nodded and padded away from Fernpaw.

He ran back to camp as fast as his legs would take him hoping Hazelpaw was still there. She sat in the clearing tearing up a clump of grass with her claws. "Hazelpaw, can I talk to you?" She nodded and padded over to him. "Can you please tell me this prophecy?"

She looked unsure; her blue eyes were darting from side to side. "Fine, but only because it might refer to you." She took a shaky breath and said in a voice that gave Dustypaw chills "Only the voices of the silenced can bring peace to the clans in the war to come. The Dark Forest is rising once again and only those cast away can save the clans. Lied to, cheated out of, treated unfair, they have more power than anyone in the clans." Her blue eyes blinked open and she ran off.

Power? I have more power than anyone in the clans? He stopped short, trying to think of his power, anything special he could do, but nothing came to him. He was an unloved RiverClan cat who still had a lot to learn. "Maybe I'll figure it out later."

So now the story is really going to pick up. I'm going to put a poll on my page what the powers should be. Yes I know, real cliché that they are getting powers but it will turn out cool I promise! Snakepaw's power has been decided already. Sorry it took a while to update. Please review and vote.