"Silverstar!" Blazingstreek called, hoping to receive and answer from within the large lush green forest. He was disappointed and angered to receive none.
"Great Starclan, what is wrong with that she-cat!" He hissed and began tracking her scent from camp.
He eventually found her سے طرف کی the سٹار, ستارہ درخت huddled underneath with two kits suckling quietly.
He stared at them in awe, "You left to do it yourself without telling me? Silverstar, I thought آپ to be smarter than that."
The she-cat wearily looked up at the tom and purred, "I couldn't bare the thought of letting any of my clan see me in pain." She answered.
"You received your wish, and kits. So will آپ allow me to escort both آپ and your kits back to camp after آپ regain your strength?" The pale brown tom asked.
Silverstar nodded gratefully, her eyes and tail drooped tired from the giving, "But they do have names and I'd prefer if آپ would refer to them as such. Maplekit and Bluekit." She spoke firmly.
The brown tabby mewled as her name was spoken while her sister continued suckling.
"Bluekit doesn't seem to respond as well as Maplekit..." Blazingstreak noted out loud.
Silverstar shrugged, "It's just how she is, not much of a chatter box as her sister, but I assure آپ she isn't deaf."
She placed her paw on a moist scrapped chunk of wood, Blazingstreak assumes this is what she used to keep from crying out, and taps her sharp claw against it lightly.
Bluekit reacted faster to the sound than any of the others, her ears shot up and her tail stuck out instantly.
"She spcertainly is sharp... Well, they seem healthy so I'll start working on ways to get آپ nice and string again as well."
Blazingstreak told Silverstar before padding away to look for strengthening herbs.
As he was looking through the leafy fields and patches he suddenly noticed a پھول that caught his attention.
The پھول emulated a glowing light in the shape of a star.
Curiously he nudged it with his nose, suddenly a warm familiar scent drifted into his nostrils.
StarClan
He opened his Amber-Gray eyes to find himself standing before his former mentor and medicine cat, Featherwing, as well as former leader, Ashstar.
"Hello Ashstar, Featherwing." He dipped his head in respect of the two cats.
They both did the same, greeting him as well. "We are here to share something with آپ Blazingstreak." Featherwing spoke calmly.
Ashstar chuckled, "But it's not exactly a prophecy nor is it something we can explain to you." He drew two small circles into the dirt with his claw.
Featherwing nodded, "Pick one of the circles."
Blazingstreak blinked cautiously, but did as he was told, choosing the left one.
"Do آپ realize what آپ have done? آپ killed the other to chose the victor." Ashstar pointed out.
Blazingstreak nodded to دکھائیں his understanding, "I chose one superior to the other."
"By killing off the other."
"Only one must live."
"Only one can live."
Their voices mixed simultaneously becoming one.
Flashes of Maplekit and Bluekit flashed in his mind and he realized what they were telling him.
"One of the kits must die." He frowned feeling pity for Silverstar.
"But why? What's going to happen?" He questioned the two ghost cats knowing he wouldn't receive and answer.
"We کہا before that we cannot explain anything to you."
"What am I to do with this information?"
Blazingstreak hissed beginning to grow impatient with the ghost cats.
"You must do as آپ did here. Chose the victor and kill the other."
Blazingstreak's eye widened in horror as he began to fit the pieces together.
"I have to chose which one dies...?"
"But how can I do that? When do I have to do it?"
"You must find a way, if آپ do not," Featherwing paused, allowing Ashstar to continue.
"They will destroy each other and the rest of your clan."
"Great Starclan, what is wrong with that she-cat!" He hissed and began tracking her scent from camp.
He eventually found her سے طرف کی the سٹار, ستارہ درخت huddled underneath with two kits suckling quietly.
He stared at them in awe, "You left to do it yourself without telling me? Silverstar, I thought آپ to be smarter than that."
The she-cat wearily looked up at the tom and purred, "I couldn't bare the thought of letting any of my clan see me in pain." She answered.
"You received your wish, and kits. So will آپ allow me to escort both آپ and your kits back to camp after آپ regain your strength?" The pale brown tom asked.
Silverstar nodded gratefully, her eyes and tail drooped tired from the giving, "But they do have names and I'd prefer if آپ would refer to them as such. Maplekit and Bluekit." She spoke firmly.
The brown tabby mewled as her name was spoken while her sister continued suckling.
"Bluekit doesn't seem to respond as well as Maplekit..." Blazingstreak noted out loud.
Silverstar shrugged, "It's just how she is, not much of a chatter box as her sister, but I assure آپ she isn't deaf."
She placed her paw on a moist scrapped chunk of wood, Blazingstreak assumes this is what she used to keep from crying out, and taps her sharp claw against it lightly.
Bluekit reacted faster to the sound than any of the others, her ears shot up and her tail stuck out instantly.
"She spcertainly is sharp... Well, they seem healthy so I'll start working on ways to get آپ nice and string again as well."
Blazingstreak told Silverstar before padding away to look for strengthening herbs.
As he was looking through the leafy fields and patches he suddenly noticed a پھول that caught his attention.
The پھول emulated a glowing light in the shape of a star.
Curiously he nudged it with his nose, suddenly a warm familiar scent drifted into his nostrils.
StarClan
He opened his Amber-Gray eyes to find himself standing before his former mentor and medicine cat, Featherwing, as well as former leader, Ashstar.
"Hello Ashstar, Featherwing." He dipped his head in respect of the two cats.
They both did the same, greeting him as well. "We are here to share something with آپ Blazingstreak." Featherwing spoke calmly.
Ashstar chuckled, "But it's not exactly a prophecy nor is it something we can explain to you." He drew two small circles into the dirt with his claw.
Featherwing nodded, "Pick one of the circles."
Blazingstreak blinked cautiously, but did as he was told, choosing the left one.
"Do آپ realize what آپ have done? آپ killed the other to chose the victor." Ashstar pointed out.
Blazingstreak nodded to دکھائیں his understanding, "I chose one superior to the other."
"By killing off the other."
"Only one must live."
"Only one can live."
Their voices mixed simultaneously becoming one.
Flashes of Maplekit and Bluekit flashed in his mind and he realized what they were telling him.
"One of the kits must die." He frowned feeling pity for Silverstar.
"But why? What's going to happen?" He questioned the two ghost cats knowing he wouldn't receive and answer.
"We کہا before that we cannot explain anything to you."
"What am I to do with this information?"
Blazingstreak hissed beginning to grow impatient with the ghost cats.
"You must do as آپ did here. Chose the victor and kill the other."
Blazingstreak's eye widened in horror as he began to fit the pieces together.
"I have to chose which one dies...?"
"But how can I do that? When do I have to do it?"
"You must find a way, if آپ do not," Featherwing paused, allowing Ashstar to continue.
"They will destroy each other and the rest of your clan."
