On the way back to the camp, none of the cats talked, Beechfall and Grayleg not even looked at each other. One after the other pushed through the thorn- barrier, that surrounded the camp, And Gorsestripe ordered: "You wait here, I am going to get Meadowstar." Pewitkit was the one who asked: "Beechfall, when can we get home?" She answered her kit: "I'm sure we can leave soon." she tried to sound confident.
After a short while, Meadowstar came out of his den. As Iceclaw and Gorsestripe told him what had happened, the leader studied the StormClan cats. "These are kits, led them go. I want that one warrior brings them back to their camp. Grayleg, could you do that?" Nervously he agreed. "Well then, lets go." with a tail flick they left the camp, Graylegs companions always in sight.
Grayleg slowed his speed, so the two kits were walking in front of Beechfall and Grayleg. "What was the point of... that? Are you think we're spying? You din't even believe that yourself, don't you?" Beechfall mewed harshly. "Well after your attack," Grayleg wanted to talk further, but was interrupted by Beechfall: "Our attack? You were the one who attacked us! Redstar even tried to make peace!" Short-tempered he growled at her: "You think I wanted this?" The gray and brown she-cat let her head hang and sighed: "Yeah I know. It's just..." she had to hold back tears, "Hawkclaw, my mother had died. I shouldn't involve you in that."
Was she the one who I... killed? Grayleg asked himself again. Carefully he asked: "Did many of your warriors... died?" "No, only Hawkclaw. But many got badly injured, though. Why are you asking?" the gray and brown she-cat asked surprised. "I just hoped that no cats would die because of this useless battle. I am endlessly sorry for what happened to you're mother!" he lied. I really killed, the mother of a friend, the mother of a chosen one too!
Gullkit mewed from the back to the older cats: "This is border, isn't it?" A little happier the mother answered her son: "Yes it is. From now on we are on our Territory again!" To her companion she mewed: "I know Meadowstar told you different, but could you let us go home alone, please?" "Of course, if I am honest I really don't want to explain Redstar why I am on your side of the border." he answered smiling.
He watched the three cats leave, till they just were small dots on the horizon. Constantly he saw the images from the battle in front of his inner eye. The blood, the she-cat that he killed. It was right. What else should I have done? He told himself. With a vole he returned to the camp. "Are the invaders back in their territory?" Gorsestripe asked dour. Because Grayleg couldn't talk with the fresh-kill in his maw he just nodded shortly. He laid the mouse onto the Freshkillpile and looked up to the skill. It was almost full moon, the sign that tommorrow the clans would meet in peace to a gathering at the promontory by the river.
Meadowstar jumped onto the high-rock, the entire clan could see and hear him from there. He raised his voice: "As you all can see, tomorrow is the next gathering. But because of the recent events with the StormClan I don't want to take the elders with me." The elders at the edge of the camp protested, they loved to exchange rumors with the other clan cats, or to complain about the younger cats in the clans. But the risk one of them could tell secrets was too big.
Meadowstar continued: "For the same reason all the apprentices will stay here in the camp to." An apprentice that sat right next to Grayleg exhaled with relief. "All the warriors who fought at the battle, and aren't injured, will come with me." With this words Meadowstar jumped back down from the rock and went back in his den, right below it. His deputy directly behind him.
After the clan split up again, Grayleg sat next to Dawnsun. The brown spotted she-cat just just devoured a thrush. She nudged him softly and whispered: "Have you dreamed of the prophecy again?" He froze in utter bewilderment. His friend explained further: "Don't you remember, a few days ago as we were on patrol. As this shape appeared and told us that four will save us or something like this. You remember that, don't you?" Grayleg already forgot, that not only he saw the shape. What can I tell her about this prophecy, and that I was chosen to save the clans. He asked himself.
"No..., not directly. StarClan had chosen four cats, and I am one of them. I don't know any details myself." he lied. "But you don't tell anyone about that, understood?" Dawnsun nodded. He was a little ashamed that he didn't told the entire truth, but he couldn't involve Dawnsun in this. As the gray warrior had ate, he tumbled back in the den, and rolled himself up in the soft feathers of his nest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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The chosen ones
Fanfiction"Four will save you. Peace will come and war go away." this prophecy was given to four young cats, what does that mean? How are they supposed to reunite their divided clans? And how will they save their forest from an unprecedented danger?
