Warriors | A Prophecy Reborn: Book 1. (The Legacy)

~The Legacy: Chapter 12~

Spiralpaw was dreaming, dreaming that she was standing in front of Horizon. Horizon looked older, like Reedtail had in Spiralpaw's last dream.
Horizon was looking down at Spiralpaw. "I did not intend for this to happen," Horizon said. "Intend for what to happen?" Spiralpaw asked, but the dream-figure did not respond. She merely gazed down.
Spiralpaw, feeling somewhat paranoid, looked down to see...
"Ashpaw!" Spiralpaw cried.
Ashpaw's figure was limp, and he did not appear to be breathing. She wondered, how could this have happened? What had Horizon done? What had Ashpaw done?
They seemed to be in a place of lush green grass and peaceful trees. All seemed quiet. It was very... tranquil.
To think that such an evil could penetrate this peaceful place was beyond Spiralpaw.
But... something was familiar about this place.
It seemed like the stories Rockhopper had told Spiralpaw and her littermates more than once. This, this was not the lake. The smell was different, the look of the area was far different to the lake.
This was a forest.
Blood trickled from Ashpaw's right side, for he lay on his left, and his fur was matted and scruffed.
Dirt covered the body, along with dust. There was great remorse in Horizon's eyes. It was clear that the kittypet hadn't harmed him.
Then who, or what, had?
There was no cat in sight. Not even the faintest rustle of a rabbit, not even the call of a finch.
So who could've wounded Ashpaw so badly that he would die?
Suddenly, Spiralpaw's dream vanished, turning to smoke around her, and, almost a second later, she was standing somewhere else, somewhere all too familiar to Spiralpaw.
The air was cold.
It seemed leaf-bare was approaching, even in her own mind.
She was in one of the Clan camps, though it was not ThunderClan, nor WindClan.
Which means it's either RiverClan or ShadowClan, she thought.
And then one of the cats there answered every one of her oncoming questions.
Pebblepaw, one of the apprentices from the Clan Gathering, was walking up to a white tom. Her fur was white, but the gray stripes looked like storm clouds breaking through a clouded sky.
But something was definitely off.
It was currently night, and only these two cats seemed to be awake.
"Webclaw," Pebblepaw said to the ShadowClan deputy, "what is our next move?"
"It is none of your business, apprentice," Webclaw said harshly. Pebblepaw's ears were flat against her head.
"If I'm going to be a warrior, I need to know where you'll plan our next attack!" Pebblepaw spat.
Webclaw looked both offended and disappointed. "You should be in your nest!" Webclaw growled. "I do not plan anything in this Clan, mouse-brained kit! Listen to Singedtail! We will attack tomorrow, just after dusk."
Pebblepaw smirked.
"Off you go, inform your mentor, for StarClan's sake," the deputy hissed, lashing his tail.
Pebblepaw grumbled and sprinted to the warrior den.
Another cat, appearing from behind Webclaw, said in a raspy, crackly voice, obviously broken with age, "We have everything we need, yes? Do not send your apprentices through such torment. We will need stronger warriors for the next battle."
Webclaw nodded to the cat Spiralpaw was unable to see. The new cat was covered in Webclaw's shadow. Though, she saw a brief light shining from what seemed to be their eye.
"Make sure you inform everyone of the plan," the old cat said.
Webclaw flicked his ear in irritation. "I do not need you behind my back to guide me through this," he said angrily. "And what would Streamfur say if she knew we were attacking ThunderClan?" he added, suddenly worried.
"It does not matter what that fish-head thinks," the old cat rasped. "What matters is you obeying me, and nothing more. Do as I say, or I will see to it that none of the Clans hear from you again. They will, instead, hear from me as I tell them what you did to WindClan."
WebClaw stopped himself from snarling, with a great and obvious effort.
"Fine," Webclaw huffed. "But if Streamfur is injured, I will hold you responsible."
"I would not harm the kin of one of my warriors," the old cat said unconvincingly, padding away, deeper into the shadows.
Spiralpaw merely stood there, having nothing to say. She was afraid, and amazed. Were these not the dreams a Medicine Cat should have? Spiralpaw was unsure, and looked over as another cat stared in her direction.
It was Heatherpelt, the Medicine Cat of ShadowClan. She could see her, and was looking at her in a suspicious way.
She mouthed, "I do not agree with their plan," and padded inside her den.
Spiralpaw started to back away, and, not long after, woke up to a bright, yet cold, morning.
I must stop ShadowClan, Spiralpaw thought. Or else they will be the only Clan left in the Lake.