So Nightpaw and Skypaw told them. In whispers. They told Froststar and Crowstorm about the prophecy and what it was, how it was related to them and what situation they were in now.
"So you Three don't know what the prophecy wants you to do," meowed Crowstorm.
"No, so we came to tell you to seek advice, and also because the first Three had to tell the truth to the Clan leaders to save the Clans," Nightpaw replied. Skypaw looked at her, cocking his head in surprise.
"You never mentioned that," he whispered. Nightpaw shot him a glare. "What?"
Nightpaw ignored him.
"What do you think, Froststar?"
Froststar was silent. Then she said, "I don't know, this lies in the paws of StarClan. I do not interfere."
"But, Froststar, you must have some idea--"
"The prophecy was intended for you, not me," she said gently. "Though this prophecy is guaranteed that it is meant for all the Clans, I cannot confirm how others would react. I do not know what will happen, and, normally I would not mention this in front of rivals, but knowing StarClan, we all must be prepared."
"Right," muttered Nightpaw distractedly. She pricked her ears.
"Nightpaw--" Frostpaw started, but Skypaw raised his tail to stop her.
"Don't disturb her," he whispered. She probably heard something really important, he silently added to Frostpaw.
"I know," Frostpaw whispered back. She gazed intently at Nightpaw's forehead. An image almost instantly appeared in her mind.
Crowstar lay in his den, Mudpelt nuzzling him, his shadowed gaze worried and with anguish. Surrounding their leader in a half-circle, the WindClan cats watched silently. The silence was broken only occasionally by the mournful cries of the crows circling the den above. A gray tabby she-cat, crouched next to a small pile of herbs, raised her head.
"He's dead."
The gray sky seemed to darken at these words. The crow's cries grew faint. Mudpelt choked out a loose sob. The rest of the Clan dipped their heads in mournful silence.
'He-he was a great warrior, deputy and leader. He was one of the fiercest of our Clan," Mudpelt's meow strengthened. "From this day he will be honored as one of the cats who led the Clans from forest to lake, the father of the Three. His legacy will be passed down from generation to generation, and the oldest elder to the youngest kit will know his name."
"For Crowstar!" WindClan chanted solemnly.
The image switched to a white tom, apprentice-size and less lean then the cats around him. His eyes stared blankly at the limp body of Crowstar, his body made small and crouched. Frostpaw felt Nightpaw linger a bit on him, then pulled out of the vision.
She watched as Nightpaw opened her eyes, gasping. She blinked at her surroundings, as reality reined her in. The others watched her concernedly.
"Crowstar-"
"Dead," Frostpaw finished for her. Then she added, sensing the others' questioning, "I read her thoughts."
Crowstorm drew in a deep breath. "He'll be honored amongst the ranks of StarClan."
Froststar dipped her head solemnly and said, "We will bid our farewell in the next Gathering. I believe that you Three must head for WindClan, and unless I'm wrong, Mudpelt's rightful place may be challenged," she turned to Crowstorm. "Crowstorm will accompany you to WindClan and make sure you are safe."
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The Endless Prophecy - Night
Fanfic"There will be three, kin of your kin, who holds the power of stars in their paws... This is how it has always been, and how it will always be." All those famous warriors of the past... from Firestar to Nightstar (Nightheart), from Dovewing to Sunbe...
