Hey! Thanks for the positive reviews- they really keep me going! There was one bit of constructive criticism by a guest called CrescentViper that helped a lot. So far I like how this is going. To be honest, this was just a late-night idea that I thought of while staring at my eyelids. Have a cookie. (::)
Squirrelkit lunged at an invisible enemy, blood dripping from his fangs and scarlet-stained claws unsheathed. His blazing yellow eyes were locked on a target that it seemed only he could see. But nonetheless, blood poured out of the unseen animal, and Squirrelkit showed no sign of stopping. He was about to leap at the thing when suddenly, Brightpaw appeared, with her worried eyes focused on Squirrelkit.
The brown tom-kit suddenly froze as if he had died right there with instant rigor mortis. He turned his head at the young calico for a fraction of a second, then scampered toward the nursery. All the blood, all the wounds, and all the anger, without any warning, disappeared.
"This is your destiny..." the wind seemed to whisper.
Brightpaw's eyes fluttered open, the vividness of her dream still lingering in her mind. What part of the dream is my destiny... or was the wind speaking to Squirrelkit? she pondered. I probably shouldn't idle on it for too long, but I should still keep it in the back of my head. I'm certain it was an omen.
Her thoughts were interrupted by an annoyed Smallwhisker, who prodded at her with an outstretched paw. "Get out of that daze of yours- or do you not want to practice making a poultice today?"
"Oh, S-smallwhisker, it's n-n-nothing, I just had a r-really weird dream. C-can we start?" Her tone of voice became enthusiastic at the second sentence.
Smallwhisker nodded. "That dream might be important. Care to tell me?" he asked, absentmindedly checking herbs for quality.
"F-fine. S-squirrelkit was fighting an invisible... thing- s-s-savagely- and there was b-blood everywhere! Th-then I st- I stared at him, a-and all evidence th-there was a f-fight d-disappeared! Even the sc-sc-scowl on his face b-became an innocent sm-smile! He just r-rushed into the n-nursery like there was a t-t-time limit. Th-then the wind- it-it whispered in m-my ear, or his, or b-both of ours, and it s-s-said 'Th-this is your d-destiny...'!" Brightpaw babbled on. Her eyes were wide with fear. "W-what does it mean?"
Smallwhisker sat down, lost in thought. "Squirrelkit? Was he kit-sized?"
"Y-yes, he l-looked exactly the s-size he is now," Brightpaw comfirmed. "Is th-that bad?"
The old medicine cat's eyes clouded."We may have to act soon."
Th-thanks for r-r-reading this ch-chapter! Oops, I was impersonating Brightpaw. Anyway, I'm going tyo summer camp for 9 days, and they don't allow electronics (let alone Wi-Fi.) I'll update by July 5th.