HELP!" Sandbreeze yowled as the weight of the darkness fell upon her.
"No one can save you now, you belong to me." Said the voice that so often popped into her head. It wasn't her own, that's for sure. It was a toms, and she knew exactly which tom, Breezepelt.
"What do you want from me?" Sandbreeze asked her former StarClan mentor, who she just realised wasn't from StarClan at all.
"I need minions, my dear apprentice." He replied.
"Why?" Sandbreeze demanded, yet still shaking with fear.
"We need to build our army." Breezepelt meowed matter-of-factly.
"What army? Who's 'we'?" These questions all came fizzing into her mind all at once, and Breezepelt looked tired of answering.
"Enough. You will do as I say, or I will kill you. It's simple." He meowed as he stalked away, almost vanishing into the dark before adding, "oh, and I almost forgot, I'm watching you Sandbreeze."
Cloversplash awoke the next dawn with Sandbreeze leaning over her and prodding her in the chest. "Cloversplash, I need to tell you something."
"What!" Cloversplash exclaimed when Sandbreeze finished her tale.
"Please don't tell anyone!" Sandbreeze begged. This was the worst thing Cloversplash could think of. It was just down right horrible.
"Sandbreeze, how could you! Breezepelt's an evil cat. EVIL." Cloversplash went on, not being able to believe what was happening.
"I didn't know." Sandbreeze murmured.
"How could you have not known! It's pretty obvious to me!"
"He said he was from StarClan, you know, where all he good cats go once their, dead."
"We have to tell Bramblestar." Cloversplash meowed at last.
"No!" Sandbreeze meowed at once. "He'll banish me from the Clan, away from you guys, and Snowstorm. Cloversplash, I think I'm expecting kits."
"Sandbreeze..." Cloversplash trailed off. This was just too serious. "Fine, but let's at least tell Willowfrost and Brightcloud."
So they padded off towards the nursery. It was hard to think that all of her friends were going to all have their kits grow up with each other, and her's might not. After Sandbreeze recited the same tale word for word for Willowfrost and Brightcloud, they were uderlly confused.
"But what-" Brightcloud never finished her sentence, for Toadstep just walked in on them.
"What's going on? Are the kits okay? I'm the father you know."
"Yes Toadstep, we know." Brightcloud meowed.
"Can you leave?" Sandbreeze meowed tartly, leaving a befuzzled Toadstep padding away muttering "she-cats" under his breath.
"Did you really have to be so rude?" Brightcloud meowed.
"He was wasting our time." She replied, sort of apologetically.
"And what's this I hear about you expecting kits?" Willowfrost asked her.
"Well, I don't know for sure yet, but it looks like it, yes." Sandbreeze answered awkwardly.
"That's great, you know what that means?" Brightcloud meowed excitedly.
"It means that Cloversplash should get a move on. You have Foxleap, all you've ever wanted, right?" Willowfrost meowed.
"Whatever. We have to deal with the real problem, Breezepelt. He's threatened to kill you, Sandbreeze. You have to stop going there in your sleep." Cloversplash meowed.
"I-I can't." Sandbreeze meowed. "I've tried, but I always wake up there. It's too late, I've let the envy in, I'm so sorry, Cloversplash. I was so jealous of you that I might have woken a monster. It will burn the forest in its path to destroying me." Sandbreeze hung her head.
Is it possible that Sandbreeze knew of the prophecy as well? Who else knew?