Lost~Part 2

Leopardshadow couldn't escape her dreams of the empty camp ever since Wildpaw, Sunpaw, and Lilypaw. The same emtpy camp, the ancient voice warning something was coming. It haunted her dreams every night. She woke up yowling every night in the nursery, disturbing the other queens. Everytime Darkshadow came pelting through the entrance and curled around her, murmuring it was safe. The lolling of him grooming her pelt and his body warmth ususually put her to sleep. Tonight, the dream was................different. Somehow........realer. She couldn't explain it without sounding crazy. She had to tell someone. Stress wasn't good for the kits and Shinestream kept saying that as well.

The camp was deserted and stank of crowfood, a new detail Leopardshadow noticed. The same cat padded into the clearing, knobbly limbs cracking as he padded over to her with difficulty.

"It is coming!" he would whisper, then she'd wake up yowling, but tonight he left her with a different warning.

"I was wrong. They are coming! They!!! The jay will nest n the cedar, then fly to the sky and perch upon the wolf," he rasped with difficulty. Then her amber eyes snapped open, a wite ring around them, they were so big.

"Darkshadow!" she caterwauled, hurtling out of the nursery straight towards her mate. Tabby heads poked up around the den and hissed in cpmplaint, curling back up into their warn bed. Darkshadow pushed against her, murmuring words of comfort.

"What was the dream about this time?" he inquired, looking at her with a quizzically tipped head. Her blood boiled as she managed to choke ou the answer.

"I think he told me the kits future," she spluttered, then collasped in shock.

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They couldn't know what she had done! They couldn't! Stargaze knew she would have to reveal it at one point; all secrets came back to haunt you, no matter who or where you are, they always came back. She wasn't going to let this secret out. It was hers. She'd take a few cats on patrol*, she decided desperately.

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Wildpaw woke up with mud plastered to her sides, her tortoiseshell fur sticky and gooey.

"Eww!" she spat, immeadiately starting to groom the gunk out of her fur. When she was done, her mouth tasting od dry soil and spoiled mouse, she padded through the muck. A shrill wail split the air as she continued, belly fur high, in watery mud. She pricekd her ears as the wind carried a second wail away, but she pin pointed it. She trudged through the gunk as fast as she could and rounded a thorn bush, almost colliding with a sandy-colored she-cat crouched menacingly over two mewling kits. She hissed and advanced on the small tortoisehell apprentice.