Post by nightstorm on Jan 11, 2010 21:39:46 GMT -6
Russetfang padded through the night, his senses sharpened and alert. All around him, silver light shone, as if the stars themselves lived in the trees. And perhaps they did, for always, StarClan's skies glowed with sacred light.
He presently came upon a starry pool of water, where cats with stars in their fur and gazes sat around, their eyes focused on him. One stood, his gaze locked onto Russetfang with an icey, but burning, fire that the living medicine cat could not tear his eyes away from.
"Sparrowsong," Russetfang murmured, dipping his head. His old mentor said nothing, only craned his neck to look at something over Russetfang's shoulder. He turned, trying to see what Sparrowsong was looking at. He jumped around, now fully facing a sight that made his fur stand on end.
A crack, harmless enough, created a gap in the ground. But that was not what made Russetfang's fur stand on end. The gap began widening, growing deeper and wider, until it rested at Russetfang's paws. He gasped and tried to lurch away, but found he was frozen in place.
The gap began to widen even more, it's darkness creeping over Russetfang, and as it swept over him, so did Sparrowsong's scent.
"Something is coming," the former medicine cat whispered. "Something that may or may not change the future. For the Great Split is coming, and from death, new life will spring." As both the cat's scent and voice faded, Russetfang let out a soundless yowl, as he tumbled into the crack, into unending darkness.
He presently came upon a starry pool of water, where cats with stars in their fur and gazes sat around, their eyes focused on him. One stood, his gaze locked onto Russetfang with an icey, but burning, fire that the living medicine cat could not tear his eyes away from.
"Sparrowsong," Russetfang murmured, dipping his head. His old mentor said nothing, only craned his neck to look at something over Russetfang's shoulder. He turned, trying to see what Sparrowsong was looking at. He jumped around, now fully facing a sight that made his fur stand on end.
A crack, harmless enough, created a gap in the ground. But that was not what made Russetfang's fur stand on end. The gap began widening, growing deeper and wider, until it rested at Russetfang's paws. He gasped and tried to lurch away, but found he was frozen in place.
The gap began to widen even more, it's darkness creeping over Russetfang, and as it swept over him, so did Sparrowsong's scent.
"Something is coming," the former medicine cat whispered. "Something that may or may not change the future. For the Great Split is coming, and from death, new life will spring." As both the cat's scent and voice faded, Russetfang let out a soundless yowl, as he tumbled into the crack, into unending darkness.
There was a jerk, and Russetfang awoke. Breathing heavily, he glanced around wildly. It had been a prophecy, he was sure, and after assuring himself that he was not truly falling, that he was in his nest on solid ground, the medicine cat relaxed. He took a deep breath, calming himself. With a groan, he stood, and stretched, a shiver running down his spine.
The Great Split, eh? Now what could that mean. He had a few ideas, but how true were they? He supposed he had better tell Ravenstar, but he wanted to think about it first, perhaps over breakfast. Exiting his den, Russetfang headed for the freshkill pile, picked up a small rabbit, and sat down to eat in the sun that was creeping over the camp.