A pair of gorgeous green eyes met BayFall's. The eyes looked away from him quickly, however, they turned to DustDawn.
"DustDawn, who is that?" The gray and white she-cat asked.
"SongPool, that is BayFall. A cat from MossClan. A good friend of mine." DustDawn responded.
"OH! I'll go say hello, then!" SongPool meowed, heading over to BayFall's direction.
BayFall backed up a bit, a tiny bit flustered at the cat's sudden approach.
"What, are ya scared of the big bad DriftClan warrior?" SongPool giggled.
"N-No, I was just-" BayFall meowed. "J-just a bit nervous."
"Isn't nervous another word for scared?" SongPool questioned.
"W-whatever!" He meowed.
"Okay, okay, don't get so flustered. I'm only trying to talk to you!" SongPool said, staring at BayFall.
"DUSTDAWN! We need to attack, now!" A white she-cat screamed, padding in, another pure white she-cat following behind her.
"What do you mean, JayFall?" DustDawn asked.
"F-FlintStar is forcing the kits to fight him.. Three kits have already perished." The other white she-cat meowed.
DustDawn's eyes widened in horror. "W-Which kits have perished?.. What did they look like?"
"W-Well, there was a ginger one.. A gray one, and a sand-colored one.." JayFall responded.
"Oh my StarClan.. SandyKit.. no!.." DustDawn cried.
DustDawn leapt atop the log in the middle of the clearing, yowling for the cats' attention.
"Cats of DriftClan! Gather around!" She called. "We must make our move now, or innocent kits shall perish."
The cats nodded, unsheathing their claws.
"Let us make haste to the forest, quickly!" DustDawn called to the crowd.
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The Clan's Omen
FanfictionA prophecy, told many moons before it would even occur has now begun. It said a spotted cat would save the clans, but at a heavy cost.
