Flametail padded from his pango and walked outside. Gingertail's kits had been born that day. Littlecloud had also retired to the elders' den. He had been the oldest medicine cat for a while now, and Flametail was fairly certain he was ready for medicine cat duties to be his own responsibility.
He had dreamed last night. In his dream, he had seen Runningnose and Raggedstar.
Raggedstar's eyes followed Flametail's every move. "Things are changing, my young medicine cat. wewe have great responsibility to take off of the shoulders of someone wewe care about."
Runningnose dipped his head in a mournful bow. "The Clan is being thrown into turmoil, but things will get better."
"Yes," alisema Raggedstar. "The amber eyed white cat will save the Clan."
"And the eagle's talon will try in vain to take down the russet bird, leaving the storm in danger...."
Their words hadn't made any sense, but Flametail trusted they were true.
Tigerheart and Gingertail sat at the entrance to the nursery and watched their kittens tumble out and around. Dustkit was a tiny, light brown she-cat with bright green eyes. Tinykit was a very small, machungwa, chungwa tomcat with bright green eyes. Bramblekit--named after Brambleclaw himself--was a dark tabby tomcat with amber eyes. The last kit was Moonkit. Flametail hadn't seen her yet.
Just as he noted this, Gingertail's bright tail was pushed aside to reveal a white she-cat. Gasping, Flametail saw that she had stark, amber eyes.
"The amber eyed white cat will save the Clan..." Flametail remembered. Did this mean that Moonkit was going to save the Clan? From who, au what?
Right then, a patrol entered the camp. Russetfur--the elder deputy--was in the lead. Following her was Talonclaw, Spottedwhisker, and Olivenose. "Move it!" hissed Talonclaw, and he shoved her aside disdainfully. "Blackstar!" he called, "We're back, and we have prey!"
Flametail shuddered and looked around. No one else took note of the warrior's mad behaviour. Except for Hailfur. The mottled gray warrior was glaring at Talonclaw in shock.
Not everyone was ignoring the rude warrior after all. Something big's about to go down, thought Flametail, looking at Moonkit again. She wasn't playing, just watching her littermates play. In his mind, Flametail pictured the three Cats from just now: Talonclaw, Hailfur, and Moonkit. I have a feeling those three are involved, even if they don't know it yet. But can the fate of ShadowClan really rest in the paws of a kit?
He had dreamed last night. In his dream, he had seen Runningnose and Raggedstar.
Raggedstar's eyes followed Flametail's every move. "Things are changing, my young medicine cat. wewe have great responsibility to take off of the shoulders of someone wewe care about."
Runningnose dipped his head in a mournful bow. "The Clan is being thrown into turmoil, but things will get better."
"Yes," alisema Raggedstar. "The amber eyed white cat will save the Clan."
"And the eagle's talon will try in vain to take down the russet bird, leaving the storm in danger...."
Their words hadn't made any sense, but Flametail trusted they were true.
Tigerheart and Gingertail sat at the entrance to the nursery and watched their kittens tumble out and around. Dustkit was a tiny, light brown she-cat with bright green eyes. Tinykit was a very small, machungwa, chungwa tomcat with bright green eyes. Bramblekit--named after Brambleclaw himself--was a dark tabby tomcat with amber eyes. The last kit was Moonkit. Flametail hadn't seen her yet.
Just as he noted this, Gingertail's bright tail was pushed aside to reveal a white she-cat. Gasping, Flametail saw that she had stark, amber eyes.
"The amber eyed white cat will save the Clan..." Flametail remembered. Did this mean that Moonkit was going to save the Clan? From who, au what?
Right then, a patrol entered the camp. Russetfur--the elder deputy--was in the lead. Following her was Talonclaw, Spottedwhisker, and Olivenose. "Move it!" hissed Talonclaw, and he shoved her aside disdainfully. "Blackstar!" he called, "We're back, and we have prey!"
Flametail shuddered and looked around. No one else took note of the warrior's mad behaviour. Except for Hailfur. The mottled gray warrior was glaring at Talonclaw in shock.
Not everyone was ignoring the rude warrior after all. Something big's about to go down, thought Flametail, looking at Moonkit again. She wasn't playing, just watching her littermates play. In his mind, Flametail pictured the three Cats from just now: Talonclaw, Hailfur, and Moonkit. I have a feeling those three are involved, even if they don't know it yet. But can the fate of ShadowClan really rest in the paws of a kit?