The darkness covered the sun quickly, a never-ending wave of shadows piercing the battle. Nobody knew what to do. Everyone quickly scrambled, the blood on the ground unseeable. Only one knew. Leafsong, a old elder, had a prophecy the night before. And a prophecy echoed in her ears.
"The Darkest Of Light Will Come And Go, But When A Hawk Gets A Horrible Caugh, It Will Be Your Only Hope."
Leafsong was in the elders den, waiting for cats to run into camp, screeching. Waiting for the kits to stop yowling. Maybe only she felt the blood of others running through her veins. Maybe only she saw the lines of power that connected each cat together. Maybe she was just crazy? She wasn't sure.
Finally, it passed. The Darkest Of Light just became light once more, beams from the sun. The battle seemed to be over, as cats padded into camp. Then the sound of a vixen fox barked, and it started to snow. All right after the prophecy stopped speaking.
Leafsong sighed. This was her destiny. She padded towards the medicine cat den. Kestrelmint was sorting herbs when the elder arrived. He turned, and gasped.
"What's wrong?" He asked in a panic. "What herbs?!"
Leafsong shook her head, "There is a prophecy." She explained everything. They agreed for it to be secret. Moons later, Leafsong died with the secret in her paws. But the prophecy now lives on, and is waiting for a horrible caugh of the Hawk.
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Warriors: Every Sickness Has A Cure
AdventureVixenkit was born to a loving family, along with a loving sister, Frostkit. Everything was fine.. Until their brother was given a sickness. The medicine cat thought it would be fine. Only one sickness, right? Wrong. The sickness spread to the whole...
