Magicstar's Story

Chapter 4 (short)

Magicpaw woke up with a start. She looked around, this part of the forest didn't seem familiar. Where am I? She thought, where was her nest and Deadpaw? Where's the apprentices' den? Giving herself a shake, Magicpaw stood up.

Bracken swished and a cat stepped out, it was a light tabby ginger tom, with orange markings, his bright amber eyes glittered with starlight, and his pelt had star flecks on it. "Hello?" Magicpaw called out to him. The tom dipped his head in greetings, "Welcome," he said. His voice echoed, strangely. Magicpaw felt her neck fur beginning to fluff up, Who is this strange cat? And what does he want with me? She wondered.

"Where am I?" she mewed at last.

"Where are you?" The tom echoed, "you, are in the place of stars. Stars that shine like silver." he mewed, then gesturing with his tail to the forest around them he added, "you, are in Sliverclan's hunting grounds."

Magicpaw's pelt fluffed up slightly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass!" What's going to happen to me now? She thought miserably.

The Sliverclan tom just purred and brushed his tail along her flank, "you are not trespassing." He told her gently, his voice still echoing strangely. "I have brought you here to give you a message."

A message?! Magicpaw thought.

"Wh..what kind of..message?" she manage to ask after a few heartbeats. The Slilverclan tom looked at her with piercing amber eyes.

"First, my name is, Flametail." he sewed, his voice echoing strangely still. "I am Firestar's youngest brother-" sadness clouded his gaze for a single heartbeat, "-I was taken away when a bout of redcough took over my body, but that is not why I brought you here." His figure started to fade, the bracken behind him visible.

"No please, Don't go! I don't understand, what message?" Magicpaw wailed. Flametail's voice deepened, and Magicpaw had to strain her ears to hear his words.

"There will come a time, where Fireclan, and all the clans, will listen to you and you alone. The moon will be covered by a Shadow's claw, the fur of spirits will brush against all that choose to listen to you. But beware!" Magicpaw stiffened looking at him, with bewilderment and fear. "You must make the clans listen to you, and you'll know when the time comes. Farewell, young Magicpaw." Flametail's voice was just a whisper on the breeze, when Magicpaw jolted awake, shaking.

"Magicpaw?" the voice came from Deadpaw, whom was sleeping next to her.

"Are you alright?"

"yes...yes, I'm fine.." She answered. Deadpaw snuggled closer to her, Magicpaw relaxed against him, closed her eyes once again and drifted into an uneasy sleep.