The stars were just beginning to appear in the hazy red sky. The sun was only just setting, turning the tufty trails of cloud red like the blood-trail of a battered warrior. Shadows crept across the pine-needle covered ground, created by the tallest of pine trees that these cats would ever know. Every now and then, an owl would screech in thr distance or a dog bark would echo across the lake, still and clear.
A silver cat was running through the woods. The quickly disappearing sun turned her pelt pale orange as she weaved inamongst the pines. The she-cat came to the waters edge, standing just far enough so the water didn't meet her small paws. The pebbles were smooth below her feet as she breathed in the clear forest air. The silver she-cat sat, looking down at her lithe shape in the glossy water. Her blue eyes shimmered, catching the end of the days light.
The she cat murmured something industinguishable, and settled down in the short grass that grew beside the lake. Before her was the gathering island, and even farther away she could see the faint outlines of the birch trees of Riverclan, and the bare landscape of Windclan.
The she-cat caught something in her gaze. Calm, she turned to see a creature staring at her bravely. A lizard was perched atop a rock, it was probably only a few paw-steps long. This was ominous enough, but as she stared at this lizard which should have been afraid of her presence, the wind began to pick up and the caw of a raven reached her ears.
As if she had been transported to Starclan, the she-cat turned around at the faint feeling of a pelt brushing hers. The strong scent of blood hit her nose, as she saw the shapes of cats, their faces blurry and bodies faded, padding past her. Their fur was torn and matted, revealing deep wounds that glistened in the sun. At the front of the group was one large tuxedo tom whose back had a long, thick scar and a shorter black tom with a compact shape and small paws.
The she-cat gazed in awe. She got up, leaving her spot, and followed the cats. They hadn't even noticed her!
This must be a vision.
As she padded along with them, she could hear the cats bitterly whispering names of her clanmates, as if they were to blame for something she did not know about.
A little overwhelmed, the she-cat stopped to take a breather. At the back of the group a ginger she-cat was padding alongside a tom which seemed to be her mate, her belly looking like she was pregnant. The silver she-cat's blue eyes softened and her heart ached as she noticed that the ginger she-cat had also been injured.
Is this the result of a raid? Am I predicting the future? Or am I viewing the past?
The she cat watched them go, her tail flicking side to side. This had been an odd dream- A warning from her ancestors?
The wind was picking up again. Her feet were glued to the floor. The she-cat knew better than to struggle. She faced the lake, peering around. But all she could hear was the wind. She didn't notice that it was telling her something, until the very moments she woke up.
The lizard can only be guided by a raven for so long. Prepare for the cats that are known as lizard and raven, as they bring a great change to clan history.
The silver she-cat bolted up, her blue eyes wide. The sun was hitting her pelt. That was probably what woke her up.
Outside, the she cat heard someone calling her name.
"Streamtuft! I have a thorn in my paw!" The voice called from outside.
The silver she-cat sighed, getting up from her nest.
The clan didn't need to know. Not yet.
