smoke & mirrors (hiatus)

.: chapter thirteen :.

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WHEN Oakstripe woke up, she was not where she expected to be. She was a place closest to King Lotusbrook's inner circle— the prison.

Dewleap and Heronskip were next to her. Oakstripe looked a little closer and saw that Dewleap's head was resting upon Heronskip's. Their pelts looked knitted together; Heronskip was leaning into Dewleap's side and their paws rested on top of each other.

Whitehawk prowled the outside of the cell. He looked up abruptly when he heard Oakstripe shifting. "You're up, I see," he snarled.

"What do you want with us?"

"You're a threat to my job. Only I receive prophecies."

Oakstripe didn't believe that. The mysterious cat that had shown up in her dream said he had been looking for Fawnsplash, meaning Whitehawk clearly didn't recieve all the prophecies.

"And you should know what happens to cats that wrongly receive prophecies..." Whitehawk sniffed, lashing his tail.

"What?"

"We kill them."

"WHAT?" Heronskip's voice exclaimed. He burst from his spot on the floor. "What do you mean? I have a sister at home, a job, family, friends! You can't kill us!"

Oakstripe turned around to see Dewleap roll over groggily. "Hmm?" he snorted. "Kill us? You can't. I'm married."

Heronskip's eyes flickered subtly at these words. Luckily, Whitehawk wasn't the smartest cat. Or most observant. His gaze rested on Oakstripe's.

"Sorry, friends. Prophecies are only for me. Lotusbrook will be down tomorrow to deal with you," the king's advisor said with a wink, turning and leaving the prison.