Shadesong of WindClan padded alongside her fellow medicine cats through the dark, winding tunnels of Mothermouth. By now she had memorized the complex patterns of the path to the Moonstone, the sacred place where cats had shared dreams with their warrior ancestors, StarClan, for seasons upon seasons. She shivered, feeling the dank air wrap around her. It was so unnaturally still compared to the never-ending wind of the moor. If StarClan had not set her paws on the path of a medicine cat, she was certain that she would have become a moor-runner. How tunnelers could stand being underground, she would never know.
She followed the yellow tip of Sunfall's tail, the golden SkyClan cat nudging Hazelpaw, her new apprentice. The young cat's fur was pricked, fear-scent coming off her in waves. The cats walked deeper underground, twisting and turning in the darkness until they turned a corner - and saw the Moonstone. Shining white from the light of the moon, glittering like starlight, it amazed Shadesong even now, after many moons of being a medicine cat.
"Put your nose to the stone," she heard Sunfall mutter to Hazelpaw, "And let StarClan guide you."
Shadesong moved to her usual position, touching her muzzle to the base of the Moonstone. She felt the familiar rising feeling of appearing in StarClan's hunting grounds, purring as she saw her old mentor Berryheart among the cats gathered around her.
"Berryheart!" She exclaimed. "Good to see you."
Berryheart nodded to her. "Shadesong." She acknowledged. Shadesong couldn't help but notice that the tip of Berryheart's tail was twitching nervously. Worry welled up in her like blood from a wound. "Is everything alright? Is the Clan in danger?"
Berryheart turned her solemn green eyes on Shadesong's yellow gaze. "I have received a prophecy." she said finally.
Shadesong's fur bristled. Prophecies were only given in the darkest of times!
Berryheart began slowly.
"Beware the bird of night, or else darkness will be carried on the breeze. Only the spilling of blood will disperse the mists of leafbare. Beware the bird of night! Beware the raven!"
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Flight Of A Raven
Fanfiction"Beware the bird of night, or else darkness will be carried on the breeze. Only the spilling of blood will disperse the mists of leafbare. Beware the bird of night! Beware the raven!" Ravenflight's life has been a misery - a prophecy made before her...
