Ivory was dreaming. Again. She was at Spirit Lake in Snow-Season, and it felt as if she would freeze. The snow was just about brushing her fur when she heard noises, and the slightest hints of cat scent. It offered the same scent as Singe, but less threatening.
The pawsteps came closer, until it felt like the cat was right behind her. It was then when she whiffed another scent, this time very familiar. A Feather-Lifter. And a Rogue.
She didn't trust herself to turn around, but she did. Robin stood in front of her, grinning his usual grin. Right next to him was a cat she didn't recognise. The cat had a pure white, long haired pelt and large, gray-blue eyes. She knew the Rogue scent was coming from her, but she didn't look like the scarred, bloodstained monsters described in the stories. If it were up to her, she'd be a softpelt.
The ground underneath her suddenly crumbled, and she fell through the dirt and snow that followed.
Hitting the ground in an intense break, Ivory looked up. All around her were bright yellow and white lights, and the familiar yet unfamiliar rumbling in the earth. She stood up, and blue eyes shone from the shadows. They were dull and sharp, with some intention that she couldn't decipher. It didn't seem like any of the intentions were to get near her, but the eerie silence was still implying danger.
Finally gathering enough courage to speak, the beige and ginger tabby called, "Blue eyes; what do you want?"
The cat behind the eyes didn't answer.
"I'll ask you one more time!"
The eyes moved. Not closer, but as if it was nodding. It finally spoke, and the voice was more threatening than the she-cat could ever imagine.
"The quiet Season comes blood filled war."
Ivory backed away, until she realised she was too close to the other danger that was keeping her in.
"The kindness of hearts are no more." The voice became eerier with every word, and more numerous, as if it were sending other cats into a trance to speak with it.
"But few hearts come feathers to rage. To fulfill the desire of a new age."
There was a long pause that followed the words, and the anticipation of attack grew more and more close to her, until she couldn't bear it. She tried to speak, but it was silent as a mouse, and she got cut off by the tranced cats.
"Ave and ground work side by side; while a raging storm follows behind."
The beige she-cat froze as she listened to the tone of the voices, and when they spoke again, she couldn't control herself. She fell into the trance, joining in.
"The death of a leader, a villain, a Rogue."
Fear was so present in Ivory's mind she thought she was going to explode.
"Comes the unity of groups, followers, and foes."
The new Feather-Lifter woke up.
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Ivory didn't realise she was shaking until Robin asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
The she-cat shook her head. "I just had another dream, that's all." She looked towards the entrance to the small den, and the air felt even colder than the day before. The first snowfall was growing near.
The golden tom frowned. "Well, do you want to hunt around the borders?"
Anything to get my mind off those cats, Ivory almost said. "Okay." She tried to make herself feel brave again, even though it seemed she couldn't even try.
She ended up falling into the same pace as her friend.
"What is with all these dreams?" Robin asked with a surprising hostility underneath his tone. "That's two already."
"They must just be my mind exaggerating my fears." The beige and ginger tabby shook her head. "Trust me, I'd be the last cat Spirits would choose." She forced a smile onto herself. "Don't worry. Dreams can't hurt anyone."
The tom's green eyes grew sharper. "Let's hope you're telling the truth," he murmured, striding away from her.
Ivory couldn't believe Robin's strange new behavior. He doesn't trust me anymore, she realised. But why? She reluctantly caught up to her friend. She needed to know what was going on.
"Why don't you trust me?" She pushed the words out of her mouth. "Did I do something?"
The golden tom's snout wrinkled again, in its usual way. "It's not about you and it never was. Stop being so worried."
Ivory hung back and watched as her friend walked ahead of her, not even checking if she followed.
Then something small and white fell from the sky.
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Spirit
Fantasy"TO FULFILL THE DESIRE OF A NEW AGE. . ." Ivory didn't know what was coming for her. The Claw-Bearers didn't expect an ambush from the Rogues, sending them into Seasons and Seasons of war. The she-cat who started it all saved her life, and she was q...
