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There was a vision of a great war, cats made of light and shadows pouring down the hills by the thousands, clashing at the center. But as the light hit the shadows they were either consumed by darkness or the light shattered the dark revealing the bright cat beneath. By the end of the battle there was nothing, but stardust on the ground a few cats of both elements standing. A single voice whispered to each of them, “Snapping fangs, flying fire, midnights wrath, cold darkness, and tigers serenity will bring peace, but not before blood. Find the bloody cat, but beware their jaws.”
By the end of the vision there were three cats standing on the tall hill of White Tree staring out into the battle field. Only at the end of the battle did they see each other just before waking up. The cats standing on the hill were Ebonygold, Gravelshell, and Winterbright.
Gravelshell looked more annoyed than shocked by her sudden vision as she awoke in her brand-new nest; freshly made with the softest bedding her mate could find for her, and not even broken in from a week's worth of sleep yet. The tortoiseshell let out a muted yawn as she slowly rose to her paws, careful not to wake Lucisticcrow beside her, and strode wearily out of the den. On one paw she was relieved; the dream was obviously sent by Starclan, which meant that her ancestors weren't angry about her little self-imposed exile in Primal Instinct following Waterclan's destruction all those seasons ago. But, of course, the contents of the vision weren't exactly sunshine and fluffy bunny tails, either, and she didn't exactly have time to unpack all of that.
Luckily the stars were gracious enough to grant the former Waterclan leader a decent enough starting point though; it had been quite a long time, but Gravelshell still remembered the former Medicine Cat of Earthclan. Ebonygold had to be around here somewhere, then they could focus on finding the third cat. Or perhaps they'd both find her - either way was fine.
Bloody cat. The words rang in his ears as the elderly tom woke. It couldn't be Bloodyrondo, could it? He had already grown tired of the new High Priest, and he was not eager to encounter him again. Ebonygold's own mate was still in the Priest's grasp, stuck in his prisons, and serving her clan as she had for moons on end. His guilt at leaving her behind had only eased a little in the days since he arrived here. He had to look after their litter, even if it meant being apart. He would not let this one turn out like the last.
He had slept in the nursery that night, curled around the small bodies of his kits to keep them warm; he hadn't been planning on crashing there, but they had snuggled up to his thick fur and he had fallen asleep with them. Now he untangled himself carefully and exited the den. Ebonygold looked for the other cats as he stretched slowly, first one way then the next, waking up his slow bones and stiff muscles.
"Gravelshell," he greeted when he saw her, "how are you this morning?" Had she seen what he had?
GidgetGal (Just gonna ping you to this and also rp because I feel guilty when I ping and don't have a rp post xD)
Leucisticcrow groaned as he tried to tug at Gravelshell to snuggle in the nest with him, but she escaped his grip. For a moment he took in the warmth of the nest by himself, stretching out. However the warmth soon drained the longer Gravelshell was gone forcing him up. Scratching himself he followed Gravelshell's scent out of the den searching for her.
