WarriorCats 1: The New Clans

Chapter 6

Eventually, Larkfeather began to move, her paws twitching as if she was dreaming. "Robinwing! I think Larkfeather's waking up!" Featherpaw called absent mindedly, sifting through the stash of herbs in front of her.

Robinwing padded back in, dirty dot leaves in his jaws. He nudged the young warrior's cheek softly, watching as she stirred. "Larkfeather? Can you hear me?" he asked quietly, pricking his ears as she grunted.

"Yes..." Larkfeather replied hoarsely, still not moving.

"Can you open those pretty little eyes of yours?" Robinwing joked, sitting back, satisfied, as she began to move.

"What happened? And by does everything... Hurt!" Larkfeather winced as she strained to sit up.

"The rocks fell in on top of you. Lucky to be alive in my eyes. Your sister-" Robinwing's voice was cut off by Larkfeather.

"Moon! What happened to her! I'd never live with myself if she died! Please, Robinwing, tell me she's alive." the she cat demanded, whispered her last few words.

"It's okay, Moon is fine and back with the Tribe. You're home now, safe." Robinwing assured, stepping back so that she could view his den.

"Home?" Larkfeather twitched as she said the word. "I'm not in the Tribe anymore?" Robinwing nodded, straining his ears to catch her sentence. "We carried you back. I wasn't sure you were going to make it, and neither was anyone else, apart from Thornclaw. I gave you some herbs, and tended to your wounds, but there was nothing I could have done, so I slept. Thornclaw sat with you the whole night, whispering." The Medicine Cat turned slowly and padded out into the sun.

"Come on then, show them you're alive to start with!" he mewed back, attracting some attention by that. Larkfeather limped and struggled, practically dragging herself out of the Medicine Den. There was gasps and Murmurers, but only Thistleclaw burst through and began licking her face over and over again.

"I'm glad you're alive..." he mewed softly in her ear, stepping back to see her face again. He touched her nose with his, before feeling a weak, feeble shove.

"We're... We're not mates any more. You c-can't act like it." Larkfeather stumbled backwards into Robinwing's den, wrapping her tail over her eyes to shut everyone out. Just then a barking sound echoed through the camp. Every single cat froze. Could it be dogs?

"Foxes! Everyone, hide the kits and FIGHT!" Moltenstar yowled from High Ledge, looking as though he was flying through the air, landing on the leader's snout and tearing viciously. More of the red beasts charged into camp, snapping at the cats as they fought back, slicing claws against thick furred pelts.

Larkfeather pricked her ears, the pain of her wounds gone for the moment as she heard yowls of pain and terror. "Foxes..." She whispered. Stepping out into the clearing, Larkfeather closed her eyes and thought hard. Slowly, a strange melody drifted from her mind in all directions, scaring the foxes. The other cats gazed, confused, at the foxes that backed away, not hearing her melody.

Robinwing did though. He stared at Larkfeather as she opened her bright eyes and flew across the camp clearing with unsheathed claws, raking it across the leader's chest. The blood it spilled dotted the camp, but with one short bark of command, they were gone. "How?" Robinwing hissed at her. "How what?" Larkfeather replied. "Your injuries are gone, and you drove the foxes away with your MIND!" Robinwing exclaimed quietly.

"What? I never did that!" Larkfeather replied too quickly. But before the Medicine Cat could speak again, she cut in. "I'm going for a walk, alone, bye!" and with that, she disappeared into the ravine.

"Oh StarClan, why did I have to do that?! Now I'm pretty sure Robinwing knows my powers!" Larkfeather sat, out of any territory, in a small forest  around the Mountain at the bottom. In front of her was a glittering silver pool, hidden from view apart from her, and whoever she wanted to see it. Spread out behind the tortoiseshell, were feathered wings. They were golden, and glinted like jewels in the sun that was dappled across her pelt. Larkfeather groaned softly but touched her nose to the Silver Star Pool, waking up in a glittering landscape. Dawnstar, the previous leader of DawnClan, was waiting for her.

"Dawnstar, I can't carry on like this! I don't want to be a special cat! My wings are always cramped under my pelt, and I'! pretty sure Robinwing knows my powers now because of that fox attack!" Larkfeather exclaimed.

"Larkfeather. You can walk into others' minds, and make them fear you, or mess with their thoughts to make them do what you want, however difficult. You can heal quickly. You have wings! Not many cats have that.  You don't even know who else is part of the Prophecy, do you? You don't know what it means. Lark will fly to the Moon and back again before Sun steals the land! Think of yourself, and the other Clans. Is it really that difficult to figure out?" Dawnstar whispered, fading away like the rest of StarClan.

"No! Don't leave!" Larkfeather called desperately. Who was the other cat? Her wings folded underneath her pelt again, as she sensed another cat coming. In her mind, she saw Robinwing. Of course! He wouldn't tell everyone, right? She had to try. "Robinwing!" Larkfeather's yowled. His paw steps came padding in, surprised to see her here.

"What's wrong?" he ask cautiously.

"I need to tell you something, but you absolutely CANNOT repeat it to anyone! Okay, I'm part of a Prophecy. Lark will fly to the Moon and back before Sun steals the land. I am the Lark. And... I can see things you can't, I can picture them in my head before it happens. I can walk into your mind and mess with your thoughts and memories. I can be there in your dreams. I cannot be killed in battle, or anywhere else apart from age. I... I have wings..." she finished, slowly spreading her Golden Wings out in front of Robinwing.

"It all makes sense..."