AN: Hey ya'll. No I'm not southern or country. Heheh.
I'm still watching dragon ball right now. Hah.
Ahh, not much to say here except schools getting out quite soon I suppose. I hope you guys enjoy that little fact. More updates, yay!
Anyways, I'm gonna post this now and go play on roblox. See yah next update! :3
Chapter 2: The Saviors Vision
Mousepaw stumbled through rough, course undergrowth. Being a full-blooded MistClan cat, he wasn't used to the leafy conditions that were in this forest. He was used to a reed bed with plenty of marsh and streams and mud. He cursed as his light brown pelt was snagged by a sharp thorny bramble branch; he blinked as he grabbed the branch in his teeth, delicately and pulled it out. A small piece of brown fur was left caught in the brambles and he snorted. He looked up, stars danced in the night sky, barely visible by the branches and foliage that surrounded Mousepaw. The night sky was a dark purple, blue, and black mix that looked like a night time rainbow. Shining white dots that he identified as stars, which housed the many cats of StarClan shone, flickering and flaming. In particular three stars shone, they seemed to increase as they blinked and Mousepaw felt uneasy.
He turned away and continued trekking through the leafy undergrowth, cursing again whilst getting caught in a bramble bush. His paws lay on the ground, his rump was tangled in the thorns and his chest fur was pulled in all different directions. He began to panic, lashing around random attacks, trying to dislodge himself from the sharp brambles that held him tightly. His fur became more tangled and finally he hung, out of breath he looked. He was even more tangled than before. His chest fur was pulled in many directions in a painful sort of way. His rump was now over his head, and his paws were hanging above the ground, some of his leg fur was also tangled in the thorny brambles. He sighed, defeat setting in, until he remembered. Harmonypaw had recently shown him how she had escaped a bramble bush when she had gotten tangled in one in her home territory before she was taken prisoner. She had wiggled her way out slowly, untangling every thorn that held her too tightly and when she could move she launched herself forward. Although she said she had lost some fur, he was willing to take the chance of losing fur. Losing all of his fur would be better than being tangled in this mouse brained bramble bush any longer.
He turned, and grabbed a nearby knot, it was one of the most painful ones, that pulled on his fur whenever he breathed and he began to untangle it with his teeth. In a few heartbeats he had untangled the fur from the thorn and had begun on another piece of tangled fur. After what seemed like an eternity, his paws were touching the ground and he glanced around. Only about six more pieces of fur were still tangled beyond able to untangle them and he laughed. This wouldn't hurt that bad, he thought.
A yowl erupted through the forest and a few birds flew off, startled by the sudden outburst. Mousepaw stumbled away from the bramble branch, six bald spots; pink with irritation sat where his light brown and white fur should be. He stumbled through the forest again, careful not to stumble into another bramble bush. Finally he came to a large clearing, in the clearing sat a large boulder, about the size of half of a tree, and the stars outlines every small area of the clearing. He looked up to the sky, the night time rainbow was still there, but the three stars he had seen increasing in size were gone. He swallowed, suddenly nervous as he looked around the clearing. He jumped as a young voice coughed annoyed behind him.
He jumped, turning around claws outstretched only to see a small kit, he could tell it was a she-kit and no older than 4 moons. Her pelt was white and black spotted and her eyes were bright blue. Next to her on the left, sat a dark black cat, much older, and she looked much more hostile. Her brilliant green eyes seemed to challenge him, as if saying, Come on kitty, you know that you want to attack me. I dare you to. The last cat stood on the kit's right side; she was white with ginger patches and a hideously scarred face, though her blue eyes shone with understanding and compassion. Mousepaw released that two out of the three cats that stood behind him were not that likely to attack.
"Hello," said the young kit, her voice sounded wise and old, kind of like an elder. Mousepaw was surprised at this at first but then he realized that this cat must be very ancient and likely wiser than his elders in MistClan.
"Well, hello." He meowed awkwardly back to the kit, nervousness bubbled at his throat like a bad cough.
"Hello," meowed the black cat with the green hostile eyes. She seemed annoyed like it was punishment to have to talk to him. Mousepaw felt his chest puff out as he stared into her green eyes with a look that seemed as brave as he could muster. "Well, I'm not that great with introductions," meowed the black she-cat. "So could you introduce us?" she meowed, nudging the scarred white and ginger patched she-cat.
The she-cat nodded, her white fur was glossy and her good blue eye shone. "Hello, Mousepaw I am…" she started.
"How do you know my name?" I practically shouted back at her. I blushed as I noticed she looked flushed from me interrupting her so harshly. "Sorry," I meowed, "I just am surprised to see three cats that appeared out of nowhere behind me."
It was the scarred she-cats turn to blush and she blinked, "Sorry 'bout that." She meowed sincerely. "Anyways, I'm Brightheart" she meowed pointing her paw towards herself. "This is Mosskit, one of Bluestar's daughters." She meowed pointing at the kit.
Mousepaw blinked and Brightheart blushed again. "Oh that's right. You have never met Bluestar before. That was… uh never mind." She meowed, blushing again. "Anyways this is Hollyleaf." This time she pointed towards the black she-cat with the haunting green eyes.
"Well, um I'm. Oh." He meowed awkwardly. "You already know that."
"Enough!" spat Mosskit. "This is going to slow. We've already disappeared. We can only show you our spirit forms."
"But aren't you already spirits?" he asked.
"Fool!" spat Hollyleaf. "Of course you mouse brain would think that. No, StarClan cats are real. They can physically harm you if they tried." She meowed. "But now as spirit forms we can't do anything. We can't even contact our family in StarClan."
"Then how are you contacting me?" he asked baffled.
"That's different." Meowed Hollyleaf, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world
Mousepaw blinked, not sure what to think about all the information he had just been fed by these cats from StarClan. Cats he had never even heard of. "So what do you want with me?" he asked impatiently. His voice sounded colder than he intended and he wasn't surprised to feel claws in his pelt the next moment. But he was surprised to see which StarClan cat had attacked him. Standing over him, with an impossible strength for her age was Mosskit, Her small sharp claws pierced into his chest and he let out a whimper.
"Don't sass your elders." She warned her voice more level than he expected. He nodded, swallowing and she rose off of him. "Let's get straight to business." She meowed. "You are part of a prophecy."
His initial fear was replaced by a burning curiosity. "What prophecy?" he asked a little hoarsely.
Mosskit's eyes brightened and she replied in a trance. "The mouse will scatter the sunlight's glitter and the bird's beautiful harmony will be silenced."
Mousepaw blinked, trying to figure out the prophecy. He looked down at his paws. What does it mean? He asked himself. He looked up and the three cats were gone. In fact the world around him was getting hazy and blurry. He blinked and it disappeared completely.
He stumbled, surprised at the sudden disappearance of the world and closed his eyes. Tiredness swept over him like a black cloud and he felt himself collapse onto the ground. His breathing slowed and soon he was unaware of the slow journey that his mind and spirit was taking to return to his sleeping form.
Don't yah find it funny that I can make him getting tangled in a bramble bush last longer than the rest of the chapter about the vision, huh?