Post by ∂εstΐŋy on Mar 20, 2009 18:55:40 GMT -6
-----MIRACLEWEAVER OF EARTHCLAN-----
[/left][/size][/color] Miracleweaver padded over to a gray shadow amongst the starry trees. He could tell from the scent wafting toward him that it was Yellowfang, a previous medicine cat who had acted as a sort of mentor to him ever since Burntpelt had passed on. "Hey, Yellowfang." He smiled, glad that the she-cat did not mind his more casual ways.
The gray shadow turned, none of the usual crankiness evident in her expression. "Miracleweaver. You have finally come. I'm afraid tonight will not be as cheerful as our other meetings, for I have some important information to give you." She paused briefly, and then spoke again. "This is what I am charged to give you:
The four will fade,
Young and old must unite,
The forest, torn from the inside out,
Don't turn your back,
The blood will run black."
She turned away and headed back into the forest. "Speak of these words to no one, young medicine cat. But beware you do not forget them, for they will not be repeated." Her nights task completed, Yellowfang melted into the surroundings, leaving Miracleweaver alone to mull over her words.
For several minutes Miracleweaver stood there in shock. He had just been given a prophecy, not two moons since he had been named medicine cat. Lost in a daze of confusion, he found himself staring no longer at the beautiful land above, but at the shimmering stone down on earth. Around him he saw the others begin to stir. It was time to return to his clan.
-----life is an adventure meant to be enjoyed-----
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