Bloodpool's Whispers

Prologue

A gray tom with bright green eyes touched his nose to the moonlit pool. Instantly, his vision was filled with black, and when he opened his eyes, he was standing on a moor, dotted with trees. "Greetings, Dewpelt," a voice sounded behind him. "Hello to you too, Rivereye," Dewpelt said cooly, dipping his head in respect to the StarClan warrior. "I'm glad you are doing fine as well, Dewpelt," he replied. "But, sadly, I'm not here for a reunion," he added, nodding sharply. "I've come to give you a message," he continued. "Well don't just stand there! Tell me!" Dewpelt said, flicking his tail in frustration. "Have you heard of Yellowfang?" He asked. "And Jayfeather?" "What does that have to do with what you're telling me?" "Answer the question!" Rivereye lashed his tail. "I have." "She was able to tell when and where a cat was injured, and Jayfeather was able to walk in cats' dreams and memories." "So? What does that have to do with you need to tell me?" "When the blood pools in the river, this power shall be greater. This blood shall know when others hurt, when others can't think, or are haunted by the pain. The blood can enter minds, and learn all it's secrets. There is an evil coming that whispers in the night. Only the blood can defeat the whispers of the night." "What do you mean?" Dewpelt asked, warily. "I am not able to say," Rivereye replied, as he dipped his head, the vision vanished, and Dewpelt woke up beside the Moonpool, the half moon shining high in the sky, and the other Clans' medicine cats sleeping deeply. The other medicine cats slowly woke around him. Dewpelt looked at Nightmist, his former apprentice. Her eyes were glazed with worry, and he knew his own eyes betrayed the same. Looking around, some of the other medicine cats didn't seem too bothered, so Dewpelt thought that maybe they didn't get the same dream. "You look worried, Dewpelt. What's wrong?" A she-cat with a long, white pelt asked, tilting his head to the side. "Just a strange dream is all, Whisperingcloud," he mewed to the SkyClan medicine cat. "If you say so," Whisperingcloud replied back with a shrug. The medicine cats filed out of the hollow, their paws slipping into the prints made so many seasons before. "What must it be like to be a StarClan warrior?" An old tom with a brown pelt asked, his voice hoarse with age. "I think it would be hard to be separated from my clanmates and kin," a young, she-cat with an orange pelt and white paws told the ShadowClan medicine cat. "I'll know soon enough, I suppose," the tom purred in reply to the young ThunderClan medicine cat, humor in his mew. "Don't say that, Eartheart! You've plenty of moons left in you," a tom with a pelt so gray it seemed blue in the moonlight replied. "I'm only a couple moons older than you! So what does that make me? As old as the mountains?" He added purring. "You're right, Silverlight, I won't be going to StarClan just yet!" Earthheart told the WindClan medicine cat. "You apprentices have been quiet back there. You're usually chattering like starlings! What are you planning?" The ThunderClan medicine cat mewed back. "It-it's nothing, Flameblaze," the apprentice with a black pelt and small spot of white fur on his chest. "It better be, Whitepaw," Flameblaze called back to her apprentice. The WindClan medicine cat and apprentice broke off with the ThunderClan and SkyClan medicine cats, leaving Eartheart and his apprentice, Ratpaw alone with Dewpelt and Nightmist. "You've been awfully quiet today, Nightmist. Is something wrong?" Eartheart asked. "Everything's fine," Nightmist replied cooly. "If you say so," Eartheart shrugged before Nightmist and Dewpelt broke off and headed towards the RiverClan camp, leaving Eartheart and Ratpaw to head to their own territory. "You had the same vision as me didn't you," Dewpelt asked his former apprentice. "I did," Nightmist replied. "Ripplefur told me, 'when the blood pools in the river, this power shall be greater.' He told me that after he asked if I knew of Yellowfang, an ancient ShadowClan and ThunderClan medicine cat." "Rivereye told me the exact same thing," Dewpelt told her. "I'm glad he's happy in StarClan. He watches over you every day, Nightmist," Dewpelt finished, warmth in his gaze. "I know, but I still miss him." "We all do," Dewpelt murmured in Nightmist's ear.