Post by warheart on Jun 3, 2007 15:07:44 GMT -5
Warheart stirred as she slept. Her paws moved, and her tail twitched. She was padding through a forest, it looked familiar, but hardly enough to call RageClan home. It wasn't RageClan of course, but she knew it had to be one of the ten clans. Faint scents of FernClan sifted into her nostrils. Warheart padded along, sure that she would find whatever this dream was leading to. Entering a clearing Warheart cast her gaze over the crestfallen sky, and down into the moonlit clearing. A large hole lie in the middle, and a body as well. Warheart's eyes widened in suprise as she raced up to see what cat lay before her. " Foxtail? " Warheart yowled, and threw herself beside her niece, and pressed her muzzle into the she-cats fur softly. She wanted to yowl louder, but she couldn't be sure who was watching in this dream. It was horrible. Was her niece truly slain? Just as the thoughts passed through her mind, a crack in the bracken behind her startled Warheart and she whipped around in time to catch the passing movement of a cat. " Doomsayer! " she snarled. Warheart gave chase, but the tom-cat had dissapeered. She felt she had to keep running, so for what seemed like moons she continued to give chase, until a pierceing light awoke her. Warheart looked around to feel the comfort of the RageClan warriors den. Her fangs were still bared in a snarl and her claws still unsheathed. Slowly Warheart ripped them through the den floor, her eyes burned with anger.