Whoo hoo! Two chapters in two days! That's pretty impressive, for me! I'm home sick today, so I thought I should update while I had tons of free time. ON WITH ZE STORY!
Chapter one
Petalear was exhausted from the kitting. She looked behind her at her sleeping mate, and decided to do the same. She lay down her head, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the nest.
She woke up in a starry land. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and a single black and white kit was chasing after a butterfly. Petalear stared in shock.
'Is that... Cricketkit?'She thought-asked herself Distant laughter could be heard, and the vision soon started fading away. Her muscles stiffened up, and a force seemed to shove her to the left, holding her still as another vision appeared. It was again Cricketkit, only this time she was Cricketpaw. She seemed to be talking to two toms. One of them looked awestruck when Cricketpaw told him something, the other just stared casually at her and chuckled. Petalear heard very distant voices, and suddenly the names of the toms popped into her head.
'Acornpaw, Thunderpaw' She spoke in her mind. So that was the name of the awestruck one, Thunderpaw. "Hey, that sounds like Quailberry's kits, Acornkit and Thunderkit!' She thought with a rising worry. The vision faded back into nothing as the same force pushed her towards another vision. Petalear saw her dearest kit battling against a lithe she cat, and as another name popped into her head, her worry grew.
'Wheatstalk' Petalear told herself 'Wheatstalk, warrior of Windclan.' Petalear took on a horrified expression as Wheatstalk pinned down her little Cricket, ripping her claws into her shoulder until they scraped bone. Petalear tried to scream as she saw her baby being lifted off of the ground, unconscious, by the two toms from her previous dream, both now warriors and muscular. But no sound came out.
The vision was gone In a heartbeat, and once again she was nudged, gently this time, towards yet ANOTHER vision.
Petalear saw two figures, One laying down, the other grooming the one laying down. This time all she could see were silhouettes of the cats. She heard a murmering, then recognized the voice of her daughter. Her daughter Was looking down on three small shapes, Wrigling at their mother's belly. a fourth one was to the side motionless. She could suddenly feel the waves of grief rolling off of her Cricket's pelt. The vision disappeared, this time to have a black and white shape, in between a dark brown one, and a white one, with tortoiseshell patches. She immediately recognized them as Cricketkit, Acornkit, And Thunderkit. Cricketkit looked distressed, and snapped, running away and disappearing into the woods. The visin was gone before Petalear knew it, this time to be replaced by a dark brown tabby tom with glowing blue eyes. She had no idea who it was.
"Beware the coming storm. The Small Cricket must defeat roaring thunder in order to save the clan." It said, before fading away.
It was at that moment that Petalear woke up.
oooooh cliffie! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter (Sorry if it was kinda short) Please review if you liked or nah, and i'll see you guys laytah!
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