-[ Warriors: With The Fallen ]-

Part Two: Chapter Nineteen~ Confusion

A/N: Heyy, sorry for so many of Rose'fall PoVs; I'll try to sneak in more Feather'spot so you guys can see more of his character next time

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~Rose'fall~

A soft wind blows through her coat. The wind carries the scent of Green-leaf. Confusion strikes her - Wasn't this still Leaf-bare? Sure, the season was coming to a close. However, this should be Leaf-bare nonetheless.

The chatter of cats around her buzzes like a hum. A nudge pushes at her side. Rose'fall opens her eyes, to be enveloped in a Nursery.

She does not recognize this Nursery, though. A hard roof made from rock hangs over her. She peeks outside to see similar dens built by being dug out from underneath rocks. Her body, being much smaller now, is nestled in a comfortable nest made from reeds. Waves crash on farther outside.

Rose'fall doesn't recognize the cats outside, either. There doesn't seem to be many of them. Enough for a small clan.

There is another push at her side. Rose'fall turned around to be met with soft brown eyes. Not how they were now, with the faded look, and drooped expression. These eyes held such familiarity, they almost brought her to tears.

All confusion on where she was immediately dissipated. That harsh demeanor she had recently adopted now drowned out. She finally felt like herself again, after what felt like moons of her emotions turned off.

Night'paw.

The cat here, her best friend, was also tiny, too. Had they been turned back to kits? Was this a different timeline, where everything would be alright?

Rose'fall tumbled at her friend, and hugged her tightly. Night'paw laughed.

"I missed you so much," Rose'fall mewed in a rushed voice, "I thought you had died!"

Night'paw shook her head at her. "Rose'fall, I am dead,"

"No you are not," She scrunched her eyebrows up in a quick tizzy, "you're right in front of me!"

She just smiled at her, "It doesn't matter-"

Rose'fall retorted quickly. Night'paw is alive, right in front of her. How can she be alive, and dead, at the same time? That does matter.

"I think it does matter. You cannot be alive and dead at the same time! Are you mouse-brained, Night'paw?" She frowned.

"Bah!" The she-cat scowled, "This is a dream, -you- mouse-brain,"

She stared at her, "Oh."

"However, this is your future." Night'paw closed her eyes.

"Star'clan has made a grave mistake, but you will be the ones to salvage our last hope of our one last clan," She opened them she continued on, "Hope flickers bright in two cats' light. One with the brown paw; the other with the stripes. Like a flame, it can easily be diminished. By finding a dying clan, a pure land will be for you in the east."

"What?"

Night'paw did not give any more context. She grinned at her, and gave a twitch of her ear.

Three little kits the size of them barreled towards her. One had a slightly darker grey version of her coat, another had a dark brown coat with a white slash through it's face, and the last one had a coat like Feather'spot. - The last one kinda scared her.

"Mom!" The brown one yelped.

"Huh?"

She stared at the other kit as it rammed into her. To say she was confused - Also concerned - was an understatement. What was going on?

Then there was Night'paw. Her friend was fading out into an assortment of stars. Rose'fall gently moved the kit off of her, and ran to her rapidly-disappearing friend.

"We will meet again when it is your time to leave," She said, "Follow the prophecy, and do not dance with the dead."

"Night'paw, I need more context here! You cannot just Star'clan on me, okay?" Night'paw just stuck her tongue out at her. "Night'paw, don't you dare go-"

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Then she woke up.

"What just happened?"

Feather'spot turned to her, "Huh?"