Like Lightning, Disaster Strikes

by Starry-Midnight-Feather

When the Dark Forest began to haunts cats' dreams, StarClan blessed seven cats to represent the following elements: fire, poison, water and air. Their fates were not sealed, so cats swapped sides at the prospect of unimaginable power. It was up to the final cats to take down those who had swapped sides, and banish the Dark Forest. Rated T just in case.

4. Chapter 3

Chapter Three
Opaquesong P.O.V

"Welcome, Opaquesong."

Sitting up in a flash, I look around wildly to pinpoint the voice. I am in an extremely dreary forest; heavy mist clouds my view, leaving only a few dead trees barely visible. The ground is rough and dry underpaw, as if it's never rained. Up above the sky is dark, empty. Starless.

This isn't StarClan.

"Where am I?!" I demand, whirling around on the spot frantically.

"You are Fire. Burn through the forest until nothing remains!"

"What?! What are you-" The world suddenly flashes in a great beam of light, before disappearing completely into the darkness.

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"Opaquesong! Opaquesong! Wake up!" A hushed voice hits my eardrums, and my eyes snap open.

Looking up at my waker, I sigh in annoyance. "What is it, Quailheart?"

Quailheart is my 'friend'. She's a dull, boring ginger tabby with large grey eyes and pointed ears. The only she-cat in the Clan I am not interested in.

"You were thrashing in your sleep... I just wanted to check you were alright..." She mutters softly, almost apologetically.

Stretching, I ask: "Whatever. Any news?"

"Um... Frogleap and Heronwing broke up... Just like you predicted..."

Smirking, I growl: "Well?!"

The small she-cat flinches, her ears flattened shyly. "I don't-"

Rolling my eyes, I push past her to join two toms by the fresh-kill pile. "Reedheart, Greybreeze."

The dark grey and white tabby, Greybreeze, greets me with a curt nod and pushes a mouse towards me. The tortoiseshell, Reedheart swivels his ears, watching Quailheart leave the warrior's den, disgust glittering in his dark blue eyes.

"Why do you talk to her? She's such a loser." He snorts, taking a bite out of his mouse.

"She may be that, but she's the best at gathering gossip." Greybreeze retorts, smiling at Silentstar as she passes.

"Yeah, but still. No-one likes her. I'm her brother, and I don't even like her!" Reedheart snaps.

"She's quiet. She's lonely. That's why she'll do anything I want her to do." I boast, puffing my chest out in pride.

Greybreeze rolls his eyes in jealousy. "I know! I saw her go hunting last night when you wanted a mouse! The middle of the night! The she-cat is crazy!"

"OPAQUESONG! MINTLEAF! VIXENPAW! PATROL!"

"Gotta go, guys. See you later!" Without waiting for a reply, I scamper off to join the patrol.

This will be easy. I'm the best at patrolling.