A Prophecy

Stagstar padded to the top of Twisted Tree, his paws making little noise. His eyes scanned the clearing. He flicked his tail happily. Things were going well in the clan, or at least he thought so. Crescentmoon was recovering and was now mates with Smokegaze, Screechcry and Greysky were mates and finally he was pretty sure that Torrent had a thing for Hollyflame. He held his head high.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey join for a clan meeting beneath Twisted Tree!" He yowled to the clan. they quickly gathered. "first I would like to congratulate Smokegaze and Crescentmoon on becoming mates." The clan cheered. "And Screechcry and Greysky are also mates!" The clan cheered again, everyone except for Hollyflame.

"Then Torrent has decided that he will change his name to a warrior name!" He spoke loudly and the clan smiled.  "He will now be known as Torrentriver!" He called and a purr broke from the clan, happy that the tom had accepted their ways.

"I am going to MoonGlade to speak with StarClan!" He looked around and the clan nodded. "Silverstreak will be in charge until I get back. I want there to be a border patrol, a hunting patrol and a herb patrol!" He flicked his tail. "That is all!" He finished and leaped down.

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Stagstar padded to the MoonGlade alone. The moon bathed the frost covered earth in a glowing blanket of shimmer. Spaced birch tree's lingered on the glade.  He leaped into a tree and curled up in it. He froze, waiting for StarClan to come to him.

"The time has come for DriftingClan to find a home." A soft voice murmured in Stagstar's ear. He turned to see Turnstar and Bladedstar, the only other leaders of DriftingClan besides Drift and Stagstar himself. 


"But we have always been drifters! It is tradition!" He blinked shocked, the two toms laughed lightly at his shock. 


"Too quick you are to jump to a final conclusion. We have much to say, young leader." Turnstar's eyes flashed with silver, deep in their pure amber depths. 


"There was a reason that Drift decided for his clan to drift." Bladedstar continued for Turnstar. "There was never a right place to settle, but there is two now." He flicked his tail. 


"And I must chose?" Stagstar asked quietly. His eyes shimmering, it was a great choice. 


"No." A sharp voice cracked from the darkness behind Stagstar. Drift, the first leader padded out. His long brown fur sweeping the ground. "Shut your trap and listen before you think you know!" He hissed at Stagstar. 


"There will be two to come to you Stagstar. One who knows where it is ever green, and one who knows where the song winds come from." Bladedstar spoke with a voice that hid the temptation of scolding Drift for being so harsh with Stagstar.  


"Song winds?" Stagstar asked confused. He had never hear of them before.


"The winds of StarClan, filled with the sweet voices of every fallen warrior." Drift explained. "Only DriftingClan has them, it was what first lead me to our original homes." 


"Back to the prophecy!" Bladedstar snapped, his voice cut through the air


"Each will be a new home, one for two seasons, you chose where to be in which season, but it may be costly." Turnstar warned.

"Break the rules,

Stand apart, 

Ignore your head, 

Follow your heart." 

Drift, Turnstar and Bladedstar all spoke at once, sending a chill down Stagstar's spine. He opened his mouth to say something, thinking that it would all be fine. But the ground was spinning away from him, as were Turnstar, Bladedstar and Drift. A dizzying blackness swept over him. But the chilling words echoed in his ears. 

Stagstar felt as if he were soaring, until he hit the ground. He had fallen from the birch tree. His shoulder ached when he tried to stand so he decided to lay back down.  The words echoed in his head. He would stay here until tomorrow's sunrise, so he could think of a way to explain what he had been told.