Starclan Premintion

[dragon]

The clearing was full of cats. But they weren't just cats. They were sliver shimmering cats. Some of them had different color tints to their fur, brown or red, but most of them were silver. Translucent like ghosts. Only a handful of the cats stood in the middle, and the rest closed in around the main handful. Layer upon layer, just like a gobstopper.

The listing cats crouched down on their haunches so the cats behind them could see. Every cat had a good view of the speaking cats. Then one of the cats in the middle spoke. "There are cats who are on the move. If you have not seen them, you will see them tonight. They plan on soon attacking the Forest of Streams."

Yowls rose in the crowd, and some cats sat up. 'No's' ecoed around the clearing, followed by 'But why?'s

Particular cats stood. "But they'll be in danger. GoldClan, and SilverClan!"
"SilverClan? What about OceanClan?!"

Another cat in the middle demanded attention. "We are aware. There are areas in which every clan has its weakness. But the clan they attend to attack with full power is...."



The voice faded away. DriftMoon wasn't watching the clearing of beautiful StarClan warriors anymore, but was in her own small herb-sented den. Golden fire-flies flickered on and off around her. Blue mushrooms illuminated the dark coreners of her den. 'Just...a vision. Don't short yourself. There is something out there. That wasn't just a dream DriftMoon.'

[seren]

Shaking her head sadly, the full force of the tragedy that was about to take place hit Cloudheart like a ton of bricks. All of the Clans were in peril; all would be recoiling soon. These ominous "dome" cats would make their move in a matter of Moonhighs, when everyone was most off-guard. But when would that be? She was left to imagine, as she had as little an idea as any other cat, even if she was a part of StarClan.

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Fayreign gurgled in her sleep and shifted to one side. Someone was awake, instinct told her. "Too tired," she mumbled in her sleep, half-conscious. "Deal with in morning." Tossing once more, she found no comfort or bliss in her slumber.

[dragon]

"Fayreign!" DriftMoon spotted the nearest living cat and rushed over. "Fayreign? Is TruthStar in?" Her eyes were wide with anticipation. 'WAAAKKE UP FAYREIGN!!' She screeched in her mind. 'Come on....hurry up!' The pads of her paws eled with impatiance, and it seemed all of her hairs were standing on edge. A small growl rose in her throat. Not a threatening growl, but just something to voice her feelings.

Flashes of the cats faces were skimming over her brain. Surprised, astonished, anguish, true anger, anything but happiness. 'Starclan must really watch over us then. They must really actually care. But then, weren't most of the cats surprised to hear about these so called 'dangerous' cats? They must have not known ether....' Her thoughts ran deeper and deeper, and maybe she would just go find TruthStar herself.

[seren]

Blinking, Fayreign fumbled to grab a solid hold on the ground. Grumbling as her claws bore into the Earth, she coughed before readying her voice. "What's going on?" she yawned, traces of sleep still engulfing her.

[dragon]

"I need to know if TruthStar is around camp anywhere. Have you seen her?" DriftMoon pressed for information. She realized that parts of her dream were slipping away, though more information was still rushing in on her mind. Like waves. It would pull out, taking the old, but would rush in, bringing the new. "Fayreign?"

[seren]

Shaking her head, she reiterated through words: "No. Not since a few days ago. She's been pretty wrapped up in her work." Sensing the urgency in Driftmoon's tone, she felt that dreaded mixture of obligation, responsibility, morality, and conscience kicking in. "Let's find her." Not like you can tell me, she bitterly thought. Jealousy tinged her paws, and she felt an electric current passing through her veins, as if excited. Nevertheless, she understood that medicine cats were not to tell anyone of their dreams besides their Clan's leader.