- Dec 27, 2022
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It’s been a few days since, and still Gravelpaw can’t shake the words they’d overheard from their head. It stays at the forefront of their thoughts, hovering like some dark cloud upon their mind. The leader and the healer had surely planned for it to be secretive, or at least somewhat contained, information given when they were prepared—but still, they can’t shake the feeling that they need to say something. They aren’t made for keeping secrets. They spend the entire night lying awake, staring up at the stars and trying to calm their breathing.
It finally comes out early in the afternoon, just after they’ve returned from hunting with their much-taller mentor. They find themself surrounded by a few clanmates all locked in idle conversation, and the ash-patched apprentice just has to say something. "Vulturemask told Sootstar he got a prophecy. From StarClan," they finally blurt out, turning to glance at whatever cats have ended up sitting beside them. With the admission, the weight on their chest eases a bit—they can breathe normally again, it seems.
Wide hazel eyes stare helplessly down at their paws, their mind already racing along with their heart. "I heard them talking about it. Why haven’t they told annyone about it?" Whatever sense of serenity they find in voicing the information evaporates as they consider what it means that the prophecy hasn’t been announced to the clan in its entirety yet. They trust Sootstar with their life, but Vulturemask is new to his position, and was trained in healing by Dandelionwish. What if the prophecy is bad, and now the clan is unprepared for whatever consequences that it might bring about? They’d heard the word confession strewn in the words somewhere; what could that possibly mean?
It finally comes out early in the afternoon, just after they’ve returned from hunting with their much-taller mentor. They find themself surrounded by a few clanmates all locked in idle conversation, and the ash-patched apprentice just has to say something. "Vulturemask told Sootstar he got a prophecy. From StarClan," they finally blurt out, turning to glance at whatever cats have ended up sitting beside them. With the admission, the weight on their chest eases a bit—they can breathe normally again, it seems.
Wide hazel eyes stare helplessly down at their paws, their mind already racing along with their heart. "I heard them talking about it. Why haven’t they told annyone about it?" Whatever sense of serenity they find in voicing the information evaporates as they consider what it means that the prophecy hasn’t been announced to the clan in its entirety yet. They trust Sootstar with their life, but Vulturemask is new to his position, and was trained in healing by Dandelionwish. What if the prophecy is bad, and now the clan is unprepared for whatever consequences that it might bring about? They’d heard the word confession strewn in the words somewhere; what could that possibly mean?
[ DEATH OF A DREAM ]