Post by moondust/pancakes on Oct 22, 2008 19:19:18 GMT -5
There it was, the fresh, plump mouse just nibbling on a seed from the ground. Bluepaw carefully and quietly crept up to the mouse, pawstep by pawstep. The mouse looked up sniffing the air, then scurried away from the stalking cat. Bluepaw was not going to let the prey get away! She sprang and chased the mouse that scurried into a bush. The young apprentice plunged into the thorny bush. Angry that she lost her prey, she spun around to head back for camp.
Suddenly, the blue sky turned pitch-black. The chilly wind whistled something to Bluepaw; only she had to strain to hear what it was saying. “Peace,” the words finally made out. The wind blew stronger and colder, making the trees sway and Bluepaw shiver. Then, a cat unexpectedly appeared in front of the young apprentice. The old cat whispered, “Peace will not come, until a cold night breeze blows through the forest…”
Bluepaw’s eyes flew open and she was gasping for air. What a weird dream… Shaking herself, Bluepaw snuck out of the apprentice den to get some fresh air. She looked up at the moon and Silverpelt. The breeze started to ease the apprentice. When the wind blew across Bluepaw’s muzzle, she then remembered her dream. She heard a faint voice in the air. “Remember, peace will not come until a cold night breeze blows through the forest, making the Clans shiver…”
Suddenly, the blue sky turned pitch-black. The chilly wind whistled something to Bluepaw; only she had to strain to hear what it was saying. “Peace,” the words finally made out. The wind blew stronger and colder, making the trees sway and Bluepaw shiver. Then, a cat unexpectedly appeared in front of the young apprentice. The old cat whispered, “Peace will not come, until a cold night breeze blows through the forest…”
Bluepaw’s eyes flew open and she was gasping for air. What a weird dream… Shaking herself, Bluepaw snuck out of the apprentice den to get some fresh air. She looked up at the moon and Silverpelt. The breeze started to ease the apprentice. When the wind blew across Bluepaw’s muzzle, she then remembered her dream. She heard a faint voice in the air. “Remember, peace will not come until a cold night breeze blows through the forest, making the Clans shiver…”