|The Twin Prophecy
Author: Feathercloud PM
Two kits are born to a rogue mother and a RiverClan father. They are separated, and one goes with the father, while the other goes with the mother. This is their story, as they learn about each other, and learn to trust the other one with their life.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,459 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Published: 02-22-08 - id: 4089260
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Here's Eagleheart's dream:
Eagleheart was standing in the middle of a clearing that looked familiar to him...a bit too familiar. He heard rustlings in the bushes behind him, and spun, but then he heard the rustlings behind him again. He was starting to get nervous and ready to run, when the ferns in front of him parted and a silver tortoiseshell stepped out. She stepped delicately over to him, and gave his cheek a lick.
From the bushes behind the queen padded a big, strong-shouldered ginger tom. His green eyes stared supiciously at Eagleheart, and he stood beside the queen protectively, as if he was ready to fight the whole of StarClan for her.
"Feather?" Eagleheart mewed, not believing what his eyes were showing him.
"I am here, Eagleheart." Feather mewed. Her blue eyes seemed to drill holes into him, and the other tomcat's gaze didn't help at all.
"Feather, I need you - Skyshadow needs you - " Eagleheart mewed desperately. He tried to take a step forward, but the other cat hissed and moved in front of Feather, forcing him back.
"It's all right, Flame," Feather mewed to the ginger tom.
Flame. That name sounded familiar to Eagleheart, but he couldn't pinpoint it exactly.
Without warning, Feather turned and padded away, back into the forest, with Flame at her shoulder.
"No, Feather, wait!" Eagleheart called, trying to follow her.
"I am here." The reply sounded farther away, and kept getting softer and softer. "I am here. I am here." Finally, the forest faded, and Eagleheart awoke with a jolt.
"Who's Feather? You kept mewing that name in your sleep." Eagleheart woke up to see the amber eyes of Willowsong, a newly named warrior, peering down at him.
"She's nobody," Eagleheart mumbled, trying to shake off the dream. It had been just that - a dream. He was never going to see Feather again, unless she visited him again in his dreams.
"Listen, Willowsong. I'm taking the dawn patrol out, and I need a couple more cats. I'm bringing Skyshadow, but would you like to come. Also, could you find a couple other cats for me? I need to go tell Skyshadow her vigil is over." Willowsong nodded, and raced out of the warriors den and into the camp clearing.
Later, after Eagleheart had gotten Skyshadow, Willowsong came up with two other warriors, Blacktail and his apprentice, Cedarpaw. "Let's go," Eagleheart said, leading the way out of camp. It felt good to be racing along the river, the wind in his face and ruffling his fur, so that he almost forgot about his dream.
As he was sniffing around a clump of cattail that was possibly sheltering water voles, he happened to look up. A silver tortoiseshell was standing on the bank opposite him, her pale blue eyes strong and scorching. "Feather?" Eagleheart barely murmured. He took a step toward her, but then she disappeared. Shaking his headn to clear it of all thoughts, Eagleheart turned.
"I think I have a cold," he murmured to Blacktail. "Would you lead the patrol while I go back to camp?"
"Of course." Blacktail looked confused, but he called the cats to him and the four sped away. Eagleheart went back to camp and lay down in his nest, but he couldn't fall asleep. When he finally did, he had the dream again...
Whoah! Ghost cat! Or is she?...