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==Chapter One== |
==Chapter One== |
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Breeze ruffled the she-cat's fur. She wondered why Hopefur, the medicine cat, had called her to Streamstar's den. It must be urjent. She quickened her pace, paws making small inprints in the grass. She slid into the leaders den. Streamstar was laying on her side in her nest, eyes red with exhaustion. The leader looked sick, sicker than the she-cat had ever seen her. She swallowed. As the deputy, she needed to be strong. For her clan and for herself. |
Breeze ruffled the she-cat's fur. She wondered why Hopefur, the medicine cat, had called her to Streamstar's den. It must be urjent. She quickened her pace, paws making small inprints in the grass. She slid into the leaders den. Streamstar was laying on her side in her nest, eyes red with exhaustion. The leader looked sick, sicker than the she-cat had ever seen her. She swallowed. As the deputy, she needed to be strong. For her clan and for herself. |
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Revision as of 09:36, 2 March 2020
This is a collab by YellowfangWC and Hopefur09.
Authors Note- Yellow- This, hopefully, will go smoothly. It's a great plot in my opinion, and I hope we can make it work. Enjoy, and leave constructive critisism.
Authors Note-Hope- I really hope everyone will like this. Please we want all the constructive feedback we can get! Hope you like it!
Chapter One
Breeze ruffled the she-cat's fur. She wondered why Hopefur, the medicine cat, had called her to Streamstar's den. It must be urjent. She quickened her pace, paws making small inprints in the grass. She slid into the leaders den. Streamstar was laying on her side in her nest, eyes red with exhaustion. The leader looked sick, sicker than the she-cat had ever seen her. She swallowed. As the deputy, she needed to be strong. For her clan and for herself.
"Willowsong," The medicine cat gasped, "Streamstar's condition... it's gotten worse."
"How much?" Willowsong demanded, "How bad is it?"
"She could lose a life," Hopefur murmered sadly, pelt ruffling along the spine.
Willowsong's eyes widened. She stared in shock. Lose a life? No. No, that could not happen. She brushed her muzzle over Streamstar's fur.
"I'm fine," The leader meowed gruffly, "Really. There's no need to worry."
"Hush," Hopefur looked at the sickly she-cat, "You need rest."
"What can I do?" Willowsong asked desperatly, anxiously staring into her friends eyes.
"Sit with her," Hopefur mewed gently, "Sit with her."
"I'll just get in the way!" Willowsong swept her tail over the musky earth, chest aching.
"There's nothing more I can do," Hopefur turned her gaze steadily onto Willowsong's, "She's in StarClan's paws now."
"No!" Willowsong surpressed a wail, "You must try!"
Hopefur turned, and padded out of the den. Willowsong pressed her muzzle into her leader's pelt. She slumped down, gently swiping her tongue over Streamstar's ears. She lapped at her fur until the leader's breathing slowed and stopped. She let out a whimper. How many lives did she have left?
Willowsong nuzzled the cold fur. Cold panic gripped her heart. Had that been Streamstar's last life? No, it couldn't have been. She knew that Streamstar was now in StarClan, speaking with her lost clanmates. She would come back soon. Willowsong waited. The leader's pelt began to heat up. Streamstar's eyes fluttered open, and she coughed.
"Welcome back," Willowsong meowed.
"I lost a life," Streamstar whispered, "Thank you for sitting with me."
Willowsong gazed at the leader, seeing her gaze darknen.
"All will be well," Streamstar promised, "Unless the sky shatters, and we will be drenched in blood."
Willowsong stared at the leader, her mind whirling. What was that? A prophecy?
Please no, She begged, Please.