Prologue
The cream colored cat walks along the path of Silverpelt, her pelt dotted with stars. She pads around the beautiful forest, taking in its sweet scent. She walks around the terrain, just wandering, occasionally meeting other cats. A small nod let them know she couldn’t stay and talk, and each cat understood. Some cats she knows, some she doesn’t. In StarClan, all cats are in the same clan. Then, her aqua green eyes shine as she pauses, looking at something below. A whole scene. Her heart softens, and that cat sees... herself. I realize the cat is me. And I’ve wandered into the past, a long time ago. I sigh and close my eyes. The sight is horrifying. Two unexpecting cats don’t realize they’re about to have their lives changed forever. And that is the worst part. No, the blood and the sadness aren’t what hurts my heart. Its the fact that they never suspected it, never saw it coming. When his life was changed forever. When her life was. When my life was. For those who don’t know me, my name is Robinsong. And I’m dead. Dead. Passed. Diseased. Gone. The more I think about it, the more my body shivers. I’m in StarClan. I look below, seeing the whole story, the story I watched from my eyes. But this is a bird’s eye view. I see the cream-colored cat talking with her friends. One is black with dark grey splotches, that’s Darkfeather. And the beautiful white cat, Snowfur. They were such great friends.
“Hey, Robinsong.” Flamestar.
“Hi, Flamestar!” My past self replies. “Do you need something?”
“Yeah, er, would you, uh, want to go hunting with me?” Oh, Flamestar, the mouse-brained fur ball!
“Sure, Flamestar. Where to?” My past self asks. The cream-colored cat looks ageless, no signs of gray on her muzzle, no battle scars like some cats. A newly made warrior, not yet to have fought a battle in the clans. She had time to heal.
“I was thinking over by the river? There might be voles or fish to catch for Sharpfang and Graypaw.” Flamestar waits for the cream-colored cat to catch up, and then they pad off. I follow them from above, across the territory. I remember those places. I can see a picture of FireClan territory that I never could have before. From above, there’s so much more than just camp. I can see the many small clearings where I loved to visit to hunt in. Small mice loved the sun that shone in the clearings and they could hide under the foilage. Good times.
Splash! Splash! I glance back at the two cats. They’ve arrived in the river. I gulp. Here it comes... But I can’t close my eyes. I want to see. I want to see where I went, and how far it was from FireClan... and Flamestar. I watch it all. It hasn’t come yet. I look north of the cats and I spot them. There are three, not one. I should’ve remembered that. The wolves. There they are. But I was making so much noise I should’ve seen it coming. I close my eyes for a brief second, then open them, bracing myself for the past. The wolves silently stalk forward, crouching down as wolves do. The biggest beckons the others to stay behind by gazing at them with its yellow eyes. Then, it continues to stalk by the river. The cats are still oblivious to the danger watching them with its yellow eyes. Then, the two cats look up as the wolf lunges. The orange cat just stares at the wolf, but the cream one lunges and meets it mid-air. I remember how I fought, but I could’t see what Flamestar did. He doesn’t do well under pressure during a surprise attack, I guess. Flamestar shakes his head and lunges at the cat, his eyes wide. Together the two cats fight the wolf. But the wolf is stronger. He shakes off the orange tom but the cream one clings onto the wolf’s scruff with her life. She keeps one unseathed set of claws on the wolf, and swings her body around so she can swipe at the wolf’s muzzle. The wolf moves his head back, and the cat swipes the wolf under its left eye. The wolf howls in agony. And here it comes... The wolf swings the cream-colored cat off its back while only one paw was hanging on. She is launched into the air.
“Robinsong!” Flamestar howls. His legs are hurt. That’s why he can’t move. I watch as my body lays there, unmoving. The wolf picks me up and carries me off. Why, at the time I didn’t know. But the truth eventually came out, and my life wasn’t as bad as I thought it was. In fact, it was well lived and I enjoyed it. In the end, the omen came true. I had saved him, and I’m glad it worked that way. Who knows what would’ve happened if I stayed in the clans with Flamestar? The whole rebellion would’ve changed. My thoughts float down back into the past, and I enter the cat that I once was, so long ago.
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