Hey Readers, I know this is short warning but this will be the last chapter for this story. Before, I was torn about putting the story all together but I decided yesterday that I was going to seperate these books into different books. I will be continuing this story with Fiercepaw in the next installment which will be called Fight of the Fierce: A heart of fire. Just keep an eye out for it next week and you should be able to find it. I just want to add one thing before it is time to get on with the story: thank you so much to everyone that followed, favorited and reviewed my story! This is actually my first completed story (that single one-shot I have does not count) so this is huge to me and I am glad all of you have gone through this journey with myself and Fiercepaw.
Enough rambling though, enjoy this last chapter and remember to watch out for the next story!
Chapter Eighteen
~Fight-of-the-Fierce~
"Did you see Blueflame and Swanfang's kits?" Talonstrike meowed, settling beside his daughter and giving her ear a welcoming lick. Fiercepaw ducked her head down and took a huge bite of her crow and shrugged, showing him she couldn't answer. Talonstrike rolled his crimson eyes, having no clue what his daughter and her mentor were feuding about but getting fed up with it. Fiercepaw privately thought that if her father ever found out about how Blueflame has been treating her, he would honestly kill Blueflame for her.
"I have, they are so tiny. I had forgotten how sweet the scent of a new kit could be." Nightstream meowed softly, stretching out beside Talonstrike. He turned to her with a soft purr and Fiercepaw averted her eyes, pushing to her paws and hiding a wince at the small flash of pain. Her paws are almost healed but not entirely, so she has to take it easy until her pads finish healing.
"I'm going to go see the kits now. Here, you finish my crow." Fiercepaw pushed the rest of her prey towards her father and turned, walking away before he could say anything. Crossing the clearing towards the nursing den, Fiercepaw ignored the combined concerned gazes of Aspenpaw, Goldenpaw and Lightningpaw (who were told what happened the sunrise after the training day.)
Pausing to nod at Featherleap (who had Oakkit and Elmkit crawling all over her mewing happily), Fiercepaw crawled into the nursing den. It was smaller than she remembered, Fiercepaw reflected. Though that could just be because of how many kits were squirming around in there. Right now, there are seven kits, three mothers and two fathers in the nursing den.
Fiercepaw spotted Swanfang immediately by her sleek white fur and crawled closer, fighting the urge to roll over and show her belly when Blueflame looked up. She felt like prey around him now, vulnerable to both her feelings for him and the power he holds over her as her mentor. She had never known him to abuse his power over her before so what happened shocked her and shook Fiercepaw to her core.
"Hello, Fiercepaw." Swanfang meowed, a smug, calm air about her. Fiercepaw crushed the urge to bristle and ducked her head down, slowing her crawl until she was a tail-length away.
"Hello, Swanfang, Blueflame. May I greet the newest members of our Clan?" Fiercepaw meowed softly, speaking formally to the two mates. Swanfang paused before dipping her head. Taking her cue, Fiercepaw slowly crawled forward until she was close enough to see the tiny kits squirming at their mother's belly, sucking milk down greedily. There were two kits. One was slightly bigger and it was pure white, just like it's mother. When it glanced up, Fiercepaw could see the kit also had it's mother's clear amber eyes. Fiercepaw averted her eyes from that kit almost immediately and focused on the other kit.
The second kit had a smoky gray pelt with white tips, darker gray paws and black and white across his orange eyes like a mask. Fiercepaw cocked her head to the side, watching the small kit curiously. It was smaller than the other kit but pushed for milk just as greedily.
"This is Ivorykit." Swanfang pointed lovingly at the small she-cat that looked just like her before flicking her tail dismissively at the other kit. "And that is Nimblekit." Swanfang meowed. She seemed like she didn't really connect with Nimblekit and Fiercepaw really had to fight the urge to bristle then. Something about Nimblekit reminded him of herself. She returned her gaze to Nimblekit, smiling when she saw him bat at his sister before returning to drinking his milk. "Thank you for coming to greet our kits." Swanfang meowed, a command clear in her voice.
This time, Fiercepaw really did bristle and Blueflame shot to his paws, puffing up warningly. Fiercepaw shrank back, the small flash of fire smothered instantly.
Dipping her head at Swanfang, Fiercepaw slowly backed out of the den until she was in the sun. She didn't notice the small smear of blood left behind from one of her still-healing pads but Blueflame did and the guilt burned through him until he returned his gaze to his kits. Fiercepaw faded from his mind and he settled down again, curled lovingly around his mate and kits.
Fiercepaw walked away from the den, her spirits lower than before.
Searching for Goldenpaw and Lightningpaw, Fiercepaw veered towards them when she saw them speaking to Lionstar with Lightningpaw's mentor beside them. Longclaw looked proud and when she got closer, Fiercepaw could hear why.
"-tonight as soon as the hunting patrol and border patrols are back, we will hold your warrior ceremonies." Lionstar meowed. Goldenpaw puffed up with pride, her green eyes shining. Lightningpaw looked much the same way. When they caught sight of Fiercepaw, they bounded forward, eager to share the good news.
"Fiercepaw! Did you hear? Our warrior ceremonies are tonight!" Goldenpaw's mew bordered on a squeal and Fiercepaw grinned happily at them.
"Congratulations! I'm so happy for you guys!" Fiercepaw meowed truthfully. The three friends headed off to the apprentice den to wait and get groomed into perfection. Settling down with them, Fiercepaw absently cleaned her front paw, the sharp tang of blood startling her for a moment. Her front pad had opened a little but the blood wasn't coming out anymore. Cleaning it off as best she could, Fiercepaw listened to her friends speaking joyfully about their warrior names.
Now that she has time to think about it, Fiercepaw began to feel a bit down about them getting their warrior names. Would they still be able to be friends even with the new gulf that would widen between them? Fiercepaw really didn't want to lose her friends but at the same time, she didn't know how she would be able to keep them with all of the changes. Her heart dropped in her chest and with a sigh, Fiercepaw lowered her head to the ground, watching her friends wistfully.
Without Goldenpaw and Lightningpaw, she would be alone with no way to ignore Honeypaw and Boulderpaw. Besides, those two were due for a warrior ceremony soon too. They had been apprentices just as long as Goldenpaw and Lightningpaw. Then she really would be alone.
Fiercepaw sighed softly, the sand stirring with her breath.
What would she do then?
The sun slowly lowered until it was sun set time. Lionstar leapt up on to the Leader's Perch and looked over his clan as the last hunting patrol came in. Pride swelled in his chest and in his heart. He truly loved his Clan with everything in him. To this day, it has been his greatest honor to serve as Clan leader for every cat here and some that had moved on to hunt in the skies with StarClan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Leader's Perch for a Clan meeting!" Lionstar meowed out. A stream of cats began to gather around, looking around at each other with pride. Truly, each and every single one of them feels nothing but pride to belong with this Clan and this Clan alone. "I, Lionstar, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these two apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Lightningpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect the Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Lightningpaw puffed up proudly, amber eyes gleaming happily under the fading red-gold sunlight.
"I do." Lightningpaw answered, strength ringing out in his mew. Sharpfang and Mossheart, Lightningpaw's parents watched proudly from outside the elder's den, their eyes shining on their only kit.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Lightningpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Lightningwish. StarClan honors your noble heart and optimism, and we welcome you as a full warrior of StormClan." Lightningwish's eyes widened and then a pleased gleam lit in them, shining brighter than the star a cat would wish on. Lionstar leapt down and rested his scarred muzzle atop Lightningwish's head. The large white and silver tom bent down and licked Lionstar's shoulder respectfully before straightening and turning to StormClan, puffed up with pride.
"Light-ning-wish! Light-ning-wish! Light-ning-wish!" The clan chanted. It was no surprise the chant was loud, Lightningwish has become a fairly popular young tom with his cheerful attitude and willingness to help when a cat needed it. Lionstar chuckled before turning and leaping up onto the Leader's Perch while the newly named warrior was accepted happily by his Clan. Lightningwish sat with the warriors, cheerfully greeting Sootfire and Eagleblaze, his previous denmates and good friends.
Turning to Goldenpaw, Lionstar's eyes began to twinkle with a proud glow.
"Goldenpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect the Clan, even at the cost of your life?" Lionstar meowed and Goldenpaw raised her head, not a hint of nerves showing, only nobility that made Fiercepaw swell with pride for her strong friend.
"I do." Goldenpaw's mew rang out and Fiercepaw could see the resemblance between Goldenpaw and her father, Lionstar. The golden tom couldn't have looked any prouder.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Goldenpaw, from this moment on, you will be known as Goldenecho. StarClan honors your hunting prowess and your clear-head in difficult situations, and we welcome you as a full warrior of StormClan." Lionstar slowly walked over to Goldenpaw and meowed something lowly to her that had tears shine in her eyes. She buried her face in his chest for a moment before pulling back and licking his shoulder while he rested his muzzle on her head.
"Gold-en-echo! Gold-en-echo! Gold-en-echo!" Fiercepaw raised her voice with her Clan until she felt dizzy with the collective strength in her Clan. There weren't really any words to express how glad she is for her friends. Bounding forward, Fiercepaw wiggled her way through the crowd of her clanmates until she came face to face with Lightningwish and Goldenecho.
"Congratulations, you two! What amazing names!" Fiercepaw meowed eagerly, touching noses with her friends.
"I know! My father told me how proud of he was of me, oh, I'm just so happy!" Goldenecho meowed, her green eyes shinning.
"Hey, Goldenecho! Come see your new den!" Sootfire called, flicking his tail welcomingly at the two newly made warriors.
"Coming!" Goldenecho called, leaping to her black paws and bounding away, chattering happily with the dark grey tom.
"Should I be worried?" Lightningwish asked, half seriously. Fiercepaw shook her head.
"Nope, the two of you are pretty much already mates." Fiercepaw meowed and he nodded uncertainly.
"Yeah. I better go check on them. Talk later?" Lightningwish asked, bounding away before she could fully answer. A hint of unease struck Fiercepaw and she hesitated before turning and trotting away.
~Fight of the Fierce~
"Run, Fiercepaw! Run!" Silverpaw shouted and her heart pounding in her chest, Fiercepaw ran.
"Got you!" A deep voice growled, just seconds before Fiercepaw was bowled over. Shrieking, she wiggled free and whirled around, hissing at a triumphant Frogstrike. "Now you will pay for what you have done!" Frogstrike meowed, fluffing his fur out until he was three times larger. Fiercepaw's eyes widened and she quailed, shrinking down to the ground.
The tense moment was broken by muffled laughter as Silverpaw caught up to them.
"What?" Frogstripped snapped, whirling around and glaring angrily at her littermate.
"It's just...hahahha...who knew you would get so mad over...over...over Fiercepaw tripping you!" Silverpaw burst into laughter again, rolling in the grass with mirth.
"It was an accident!" Fiercepaw protested and Frogstrike closed his emerald eyes, wishing he had another sky to send a prayer to.
"You impertinent little mouse brains." He muttered, stalking away. Fiercepaw began to laugh along with Silverpaw, trotting happily after his mentor.
"Just admit it, you are only mad because I caught you off guard." Fiercepaw teased loudly.
"Yeah! You never get caught off guard!" Silverpaw added, a teasing twinkle in his brilliant amber eyes. Fiercepaw started laughing again and out of sight of the littermates, Frogstrike allowed himself to smile at the bright, cheerful sound.
The three of them traveled out of the Forest and across a field of gently blowing grass. Fiercepaw and Silverpaw were laughing and jumping around, wrestling with each other when Frogstrike froze, staring at something across the River.
"No..." He whispered and took off. Fiercepaw and Silverpaw paused in their playing and stared after him, confused but ultimately shrugging it off and tumbling into the tall grass again. They were laughing and rolling around when four snarling cats leapt out of the grass, fangs and claws bared.
"Silverpaw!" Fiercepaw shrieked, seeing her littermate go down under a furious whirl of fur, shrieks and claws. Lunging forward, she was unprepared for the sharp, raking pain to flare through her flank. Yelping, Fiercepaw fell, blood pouring out of the cuts on her side. Writhing furiously, she raked her claws out, unprepared for the vicious burst of satisfaction when she connected and her claws sank into flesh, tearing it open so that hot blood could spill over her claws and splash onto her fur.
The cat shrieked but only tightened his grip, the second cat roughly gripping her scruff in their teeth. She felt the warning pinch at her neck and froze, recognizing the danger the cats posed to her and her littermate.
"Do you give in?" Hot, panting breath hissed in her ear. Fiercepaw flattened her ears to her head, lashing her tail out behind herself but reluctantly hissing out agreement. "Good." The satisfaction in the cat's voice made her long to sink her claws into their pelts again, to rake at them until they ran and left the two of them alone.
"Get up and walk." The second cat hissed, yanking her up by her scruff and shoving her forward. Fiercepaw stumbled, feeling a bit dizzy from the wound on her side. The bleeding had slowed but the pain was fresh and tore into her anew.
"I'm going!" She spat, glancing over at Silverpaw. He was bleeding from a knick in his ear, a long scratch down his side but otherwise unmarked. He glared at her attackers while she did the same to his but they marched on silently. Her paws began to burn and Fiercepaw could tell her pads had broken open again. One of the cats walked too close and Fiercepaw flattened her ears, lashing out and hissing. The other she-cat jerked back in surprise and Fiercepaw bared her gleaming white fangs before continuing on, deep, deep dread welling up inside of her.
They had been walking long when Frogstrike appeared, his eyes carefully guarded.
"Mouselake, Droppelt, Scruffdream and Skydash. What have you managed to catch here?" Frogstrike meowed, carefully standing guard in front of them. Fiercepaw and Silverpaw stared at him with hope but the older tom carefully avoided their eyes.
"A new StarClan cat abusing his powers and the cat he was abusing them for." The she-cat Fiercepaw had hissed at stepped forward.
"Are you sure he was abusing his powers, Droppelt?" Frogstrike meowed, looking at the blue and white dappled cat. She narrowed her amber eyes at him, cocking her head to the side.
"What is it to you, Frogstrike?" She meowed and he paced forward.
"That is my apprentice. I need to know he is not being wrongfully accused before you take him to the Council of Six." Frogstrike answered and the she-cat exchanged startled looks with the other cats around her.
"You realize this means you must come along with us? The penalties of the apprentice are the penalties of the mentor. You know the rules." Droppelt looked suspicious but Frogstrike remained calm, dipping his head down before whirling around and trotting in the lead.
Fiercepaw exchanged a despairing look with Silverpaw, following silently behind the cats. Silverpaw lowered his head, dread welling up from deep within and making his paws shake with every step. He feels terrible, like he might lose his littermate again...only this time forever.
They travelled along a steep river before leaping across and down a small ravine. The path gently sloped down and finally opened into an area that was wide and dipped deep with high rising walls. A loud, roaring waterfall thundered down into the area, filling it up with crystal blue water. There were flat stepping stones that led across and over to a long, smooth rock that six cats sat upon. Once she caught sight of the six cats, Fiercepaw stumbled with shock, her silver eyes widening with awe.
Briefly, a story one of the elders had begun rang through her mind...
-"For this story, I must go all the way back to the beginning of the Clans. We were six cats. Storm Flash, Brook Flow, Breeze Hunter, Night Shadow, Pure Fur and Moon Shine. Littermates Storm Flash and Brook Flow grew up as rouges, Breeze Hunter was a loner roaming the moors, Night Shadow, Pure Fur and Moon Shine were all kittypets that did not know each other. Our story starts out with Storm Flash and Brook Flow..." Redclaw began, his deep voice low and soothing. He was already having images form in her mind with his words.
Storm Flash was a steel grey tom with bright blue eyes and Brook Flow was a sleek bronze she-cat with startling amber-gold eyes. Breeze Hunter was lean and muscled tom with a dappled blue-grey pelt and green eyes. Night Shadow was a she-cat and had a sleek black pelt and amber eyes. Pure Fur was brilliant white and the tom had green eyes while his littermate Moon Shine had a sleek silver pelt, black paws and shining silver eyes...-
...It couldn't be possible.
None of the medicine cats had ever mentioned the original six cats still being in StarClan. Fiercepaw slowly walked forward, helped along by the vicious prodding from Droppelt and Mouselake. The tom hissed at her and Fiercepaw narrowed her eyes before facing forward.
Storm Flash turned around first, the steel gray tom examining them with bright blue eyes. He was large, with a rippling pelt coating thick muscles with scars littered all over it.
"Well, it seems my Clan has been acting up again." The tom lightly sighed and Night Shadow scoffed.
"Since when is that new to us?" The beautiful black she cat meowed arrogantly. She truly embodied her Clan's spirit.
"Very funny, Night Shadow." Breeze Hunter meowed, shaking his dappled blue-gray head. Brook Flow laughed, the sound soft and gentle.
"Such bickering, little kits." Brook Flow teased, her amber-gold eyes glittering playfully. Pure Fur turned away from his littermate Moon Shine and nudged Storm Flash to catch his attention.
"You have to sit this one out, Storm Flash. You know the rules. We must have a fair ruling and a certain vote. If there is an even number of us voting, then the outcome will be uncertain and we cannot have that." The two toms exchanged unflinching looks before Storm Flash narrowed his bright blue eyes and dipped his head.
"Of course." He meowed smoothly but turned and winked at Fiercepaw and Silverpaw. She was startled at the normal act from such a legendary warrior but accepted it with pride, holding her head high. He nodded with approval and Droppelt scoffed under her breath.
"Now then, what seems to be the trouble?" Moon Shine meowed, cocking her head to the side and looking at the gathered cats with interest.
"These two cats have been breaking the Code of the Stars." Droppelt meowed loudly, inciting mummers from the multiple cats gathered around the large cavern. "This tom has been bringing this she-cat here from StormClan for who knows how long. It is a violation of our Code and it must be brought to justice."
"Thank you, Droppelt for your...eagerness in telling us how to do our jobs." Breeze Hunter meowed dryly and the she-cat flushed, lowering her head. "Now, let the accused come forward and tell us more." He nodded at Silverpaw. Silverpaw stepped forward and began to lay out their story, his anxiety and hope shown clearly in his passionate retelling of what had happened. When he finished, the five original Clan cats turned to each other, quietly meowing back and forth, the debate slowly growing more heated as the moments ticked past. Silverpaw glanced anxiously at Frogstrike but his mentor made no move to reassure him. If anything, Frogstrike seemed bored with the whole situation.
Turning to Fiercepaw, Silverpaw searched out her eyes, startled to see the deep, dark anger swirling in the depths before love and loyalty shone back at him. Fiercepaw nodded at Silverpaw and he nodded back before facing forward just as their ancestors turned to them.
"We have reached a decision." Pure Fur began.
"Because the two of you are young, the punishment is lenient." Moon Shine added.
"The punishment?" Droppelt asked, her mew hard and Storm Flash shot her a warning look.
"The punishment is this young tom, Silverpaw, will have his dream travel abilities taken locked away in his head so that he no longer will be able to summon his littermate or join her down in the living world." Breeze Hunter said calmly. Fiercepaw jumped to her paws with shock, hardly registering the flash of burning pain through her bleeding paws.
"No!" She yowled, the pain of losing her littermate for the second time searing through her and leaving her stunned. "Please, reconsider!" Fiercepaw pleaded but they were unmoving.
"There is no taking back what has already been decided Brook Flow meowed, a little bit of sympathy in her eyes.
"Then change your minds, add something on but don't keep us apart! My littermate...I can't lose him again." Fiercepaw cried, her heart twisting violently in her chest. She felt like she was in a spiralling fall, shaky and out of control. "I can't so please..." Her mew was small and heart-broken but the decision had been made.
"This would not have had to happen had you two not begun to break the rules. Fiercepaw, your littermate is now a warrior of StarClan, no longer your brother. You should have accepted that from the day he joined our ranks, instead of hoping for something more." Moon Shine meowed, something in her bearing sharply reminding Fiercepaw of Winterstar. The comparison burned through her and Fiercepaw bared her fangs angrily, raking at the ground.
"He is my littermate! How could I ever give up on him!" Fiercepaw spat out, hardly caring about her disrespect. Storm Flash rose to his paws and strode forward.
"You were both foolish to encourage this and let it happen, Fiercepaw. Accept your light punishment and return to the living so that your littermate's spirits may lie in peace." Storm Flash commanded regally but she was beyond reason.
"I will not!" Fiercepaw hissed, lashing her tail out behind her, narrowing her silver eyes angrily. "Neither of us will give up on the other, this I can swear to you." Fiercepaw growled, fluffing her pelt out so she was three times larger. Storm Flash's eyes widened at her defiance and he crouched down before using the force to leap clear over the water and land before her, towering over her; a mass of rippling muscles and fluffed out fur.
"You will listen, you arrogant kit!" There was something old and dangerous in his eyes and she could suddenly see many lives, many cats and many truths in his eyes that she did not want to see. "I will not have a member of my Clan show such disrespect! I expect better from you, Fiercepaw, daughter of Nightstream and Talonstrike. How would they feel should they see you now?" Storm Flash asked angrily and she glared rebelliously up at him, stretching her neck so she could reach higher.
"They would be proud!" She meowed angrily and Storm Flash's eyes flashed with anger and disapproval.
"I highly doubt that. In fact, I-"
There was the sound of a small implosion and the air began to ripple above the flat rock the other five ancestors were sitting on.
"Is now really the best time for Echoleap to be appearing?" Night Shadow meowed, exasperation echoing in her mew. A mysterious silvery-gray mist takes shape in the form of a cat. Two yellow lights form into eyes and shadowy gray stripes wrap around his form. His underside flashes as it turns white. Taking a step forward, this mysterious warrior introduces himself.
"Hello," His voice is calm, sounding much wiser than what should belong to this apprentice-sized cat. "My name is Echoleap. I am a former warrior of Riverclan, born during the early seasons of the Clans, but after the story of Thunder, River Ripple, Wind Runner, and Shadow. Like the Thunderclan medicine cat, Goosefeather, I was born prone to prophecies. Perhaps, if you wish, I could give you one?"
...Fiercepaw stared at the other cat, bewildered at his strange references. Then a faint memory of a group of cats that had travelled far and long to reach a safe new home, led by a legendary warrior cat called Firestar drifted through her thoughts. Hadn't their Clans been called...Thunderclan, Riverclan, Shadowclan, Windclan and Skyclan? Confused at why a cat from a different set of cat spirits would be asking if one of them would want a prophecy, it took Fiercepaw a moment to realize that she was the one he was asking.
"Who? Me? Why in StarClan's name would I want a prophecy from you? You should be walking different skies, Echoleap." Fiercepaw meowed, flicking her ear back at Storm Flash in a purposely irritating manner. The tom growled lowly but took a step back, knowing better than to interfere with a medicine cat and their prophecies and the recipients of the prophecy in question.
"I wouldn't question it if I were you. There are many cats that wish to know about the future of their Clan." Echoleap said calmly and Fiercepaw was struck to silence. This cat could tell her about her Clan's future! Her loyalty to StormClan warred inside but ultimately, it won out.
"Very well then." Fiercepaw dipped her head to Echoleap respectfully. "I will accept the prophecy." Echoleap's bright eyes gleamed slightly.
"More strange Clans," He commented. "I feel honoured that they have asked me for help." Fiercepaw quirked her ear back, confused. The cat didn't seem to notice though, a trance coming over him. Straightening himself up, he tried to keep his fur calm as his eyes began to glow.
"A heart of fire will sweep the Clans. Be careful, however. A storm is coming in their wake." Echoleap felt a tug of confusion but set it to the side, focusing his attention on Fiercepaw. A strange look flitted across his face but he didn't say anything.
"That will be enough for now, Echoleap." Brook Flow spoke, straightening. "Fiercepaw, you have heard the decision and now we must carry it out. Until you and your littermate's sentence is carried out fully for the duration of six moons, you will not be allowed back into StarClan unless the six of us deem it to be a worthy reason. Now, you must leave." Fiercepaw opened her mouth to argue, stunned at the length of the punishment but even as she tried to argue, her throat closed up and it felt like a strong wind swept her paws from the ground, whirling her around and around until she closed her eyes tightly and everything went black.
Once she was gone from StarClan, Storm Flash turned to Echoleap.
"That prophecy, what does it mean?" He demanded, worry for his Clan shining in his blue eyes. Echoleap didn't seem intimidated at all, his eyes clouded over with confusion.
"A storm...It could mean many things... Her Clan... The rogues... The other Clans ...I hope that as Fiercepaw's ancestors, you can guide her to which is the real enemy." Echoleap meowed and then with that cryptic response, he slowly faded back into the mist from whence he appeared.
"What does that mean, the rogues?" Brook Flow meowed, faded memories of when her and Storm Flash grew up as rogues together back when they were simply littermates instead of Clan leaders in their own right flashing through her mind.
"Could we summon Echoleap back to question him some more?" Pure Fur questioned, rattled by the mysterious prophecy.
"We can't! To interfere with a medicine cat is to invite all sorts of trouble." Moon Shine meowed insistently and the others nodded in agreement.
"I know what you say is true but I worry for my Clan and the little apprentice whose heart has begun to be clouded by darkness. I know that the 'heart of fire' must be her. When she was defying me, I could sense the flames of her passion as strongly as though I were the one experiencing them. She will be dangerous should she set her paws to the wrong path. With passion like that, the little she-cat could lead an army that would live and die for her. My Clan...all of our Clans could suffer...and I can't help but wonder if it will all begin today because of our actions."
Silence fell while the large tom stared blankly at the Pool of Seeing.
"We must not dwell on the possibilities but rather the present." Breeze Hunter meowed, sighing and shaking his head.
"Indeed, Breeze Hunter. Indeed." Storm Flash turned away from the pool but the worry was still tucked away in his heart where the love for his Clan resides.
A/N: I did not come up with the prophecy, that was courtesy of IWalkBlindlyIntoTheShadows from their story Echoleap's Prophecies.
The Striking Storms - I can tell your heart hurts for Fiercepaw. I know a lot of my readers were rooting for FiercexBlue but not all hope is gone yet! We still have another installment!
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