"We need to tell Blizzardstar now." Hollyflower said finally. She led her apprentice away into the forest.
"No!" Silverpaw said. She chased after her mentor.
"We can't just keep this a secret! What if Honeypelt catches the illness and brings it into Thunderclan? We will be in trouble." Hollyflower said. She had a point. Silverpaw didn't want to argue anymore. She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was curl up into her nest and sleep.
When they arrived at camp, most of the warriors were eating. Blizzardstar was eating with Ashcloud, Whisperwind, and Brackenflame. Hollyflower bowed her head to the senior warriors and started speaking to Blizzardstar.
"Silverpaw needs to speak with you." Hollyflower said.
"Is that so. Come Silverpaw, we can speak in our den." Blizzardstar swept his tail and led Silverpaw followed him to his den.
Silverpaw had never seen Blizzardstar's den. It was incredible. There were claw marks in the walls left by ancient cats. There was a nest in the corner and a smaller one next to it. Silverpaw guessed that was where her mother and father slept. The cave was dark except for the last beams of sunlight peeking through the brambles. Blizzardstar sat in his nest and beckoned Silverpaw forward.
"What do you need to speak to me about?" Blizzardstar asked expectantly.
Silverpaw told the story over, this time adding as much detail as she could. Blizzardstar's eyes never left her face. The changed from anger, to shock, to concern. When Silverpaw finished he lowered his head in thought. When he lifted it again his eyes showed with triumph, like he just solved a puzzle.
"That's it. It all makes sense now. The prophecy, the lack of border markers, the strange dreams. It all makes sense now." Blizzardstar muttered.
"What?" Silverpaw asked. Blizzardstar looked at her like she wasn't supposed to hear that.
"Erm…Nothing. Silverpaw, I wanted to talk to you about something. About a prophecy." Blizzardstar said, eyeing Silverpaw.
He knew.
"Silverpaw, the night you were born, I had a dream. A glowing silver cat appeared in my dream. She had a brilliant blue gaze that seemed to be calming me. It was peaceful until dark cats creep out of the shadows and surrounded the silver cat. She nodded and the cats attacked and killed her. Then, I was swept away on a river of blood. I heard the words 'She was born on the anniversary of the bloody sunset. She resembles the moon and just as the moon itself does every night, will take her stand.'" Blizzardstar finished. Silverpaw thought about all the information Blizzardstar had just given her. Could the silver cat be her? And the dark cats, could they be the remaining cats from the dark forest?
Silverpaw didn't think about that for long though. 'She was born on the anniversary of the bloody sunset. She resembles the moon and just as the moon itself does every night, will take her stand.' That is what spooked her. The bloody sunset? Resembling the moon? Take her stand? What could all that mean? Silverpaw sat down. All this information could help her immensely.
"She was born on the anniversary of the bloody sunset. What does that mean?" Silverpaw muttered.
"The bloody sunset is a codename the clans sometimes use for The Great Battle, in which, you were born on the anniversary of it." Blizzardstar explained. That didn't exactly calm Silverpaw.
"Oh. Well 'She resembles the moon'. My fur is silver and sometimes it glows in the moonlight." Silverpaw added. Blizzardstar nodded.
"So, we know that the voice was talking about me. But could the silver cat resemble me when I get older?" Silverpaw asked. Blizzardstar's eyes clouded.
"I'd rather it not but it's possible." Blizzardstar said. Silverpaw didn't ask about the dark cats. The last thing she wanted to do was scare her father.
Silverpaw looked down. Why did she have to be special? She just wanted to live a normal life. Blizzardstar got up and nuzzled her.
"I know it's not fair. I know you're scared and don't want to do this. But imagine your life in the future. You'll be legendary." Blizzardstar comforted her. Silverpaw's belly growled and she yawned.
"Hmm. How about you take tomorrow off? You need to rest and think about this." Bizzardstar said. Silverpaw bowed gratefully and headed out of the den.
It was beginning to get dark and the warriors were sharing tongues. Silverpaw stumbled across the clearing, catching the eye of a few warriors. She padded past her friends, who were arguing about who was born first. She pushed her way into the den and plopped down in her nest. She didn't even care about the twig of bracken poking her. She sighed and stirred a ball of moss in front of her nose. The den shook and Whisperwind padded in.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Her mother asked. She curled her tail around Silverpaw's shoulders.
"Hasn't Blizzardstar told you about the prophecy?" Silverpaw asked. Whisperwind sighed.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know it isn't fair but you have an incredible destiny that few cats get. It'll be hard work, yes, but you have a responsibility to these cats." Whisperwind said. Silverpaw looked up and nodded. Whisperwind's eyes shown with sadness.
"My kit is growing up." Whisperwind choked. She nuzzled Silverpaw and left the apprentice's den. Blizzardstar stood at the entrance and walked up to Silverpaw and gave her a plump mouse.
"Sleep well, Silverpaw." Blizzardstar said. He leaned down and whispered, "You really are growing up," and he left. Silverpaw ate her mouse hungrily and closed her eyes.
And this time, she slept well.
Hey. Sorry for not posting in a while. I started typing this last night but my cousins came over and I couldn't finish. Sorry for the filler and short chapter. I promise next chapter is better. Please review. I need reviews. Thanks for reading and thank you for 1,300 views! Bye Marshies!