The dark, slate colored cat prowled towards the ancient tree. His amber eyes were lit, and every paw step crunched down on newly fallen leaves. The swamp surrounding everything gave off smog, but the damp soil did not touch where the ancient tree was.
Slatecloud had come out here to think, especially about the fact that the new leader of their Clan was a rogue. Clans should not accept outsiders, especially not to lead them, he thought. There's just something so wrong about it. It goes against the warrior code.
He heard rustling in the leaves that interrupted his thoughts. Someone was coming in his direction.
Blazefall hadn't been out on his own in quite some time. He noticed that one of the members of his Clan had slipped off, and wanted to investigate just in case there was some hidden treasons. He followed Slatecloud all the way from the camp to the ancient tree. He tried to keep himself hidden, but his steps were heavy on the ground.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" he asked when he realized that Slatecloud had noticed his approach. He prowled closer, not wanting to startle the other warrior, but just hoping to figure out what was going on.
Slatecloud was slightly annoyed by Blazefall's intrusion. He had come so far to think, yet some warrior still came to interrupt. The leaves steadily fluttered towards the ground, along with the start of fluttering snow. The cold wind blew through his gray fur, ruffling it. His eyes became mere orange slits.
"I came out here for some time alone," he replied. He was almost hissing his words. "I don't understand how that would affect you."
His claws touched the ground and he began to tear at he leaves. Why did this mousebrain follow me out here? What does he want? he thought. Slatecloud appreciated the other members of the Clan, but at this moment he was too preoccupied to keep calm. He was never usually this upset over such minor things.
Blazefall stared at him, bemused by his unusual mood. "You're on edge today, Slatecloud," he commented. He was always wondering what made his fellow warriors tick. He often got into disagreements with them over even the slightest things. He didn't want to fight with Slatecloud, but he was wondering why a warrior would stray off so far from the Clan alone.
He's not here to meet any outsiders, he thought. At least, that's what I presume. He looked around, trying to catch the scents from any foreign cats, but found none. He locked eyes with Slatecloud.
Slatecloud realized that he was acting less than his usual self. He sighed. "I'm sorry," he meowed. "I'm just a little tense. Everything that has been happening in the clan... I can barely wrap my mind around it. I get the feeling that something awful is going to happen, and I can't shake it." His eyes glimmered when he stared at Blazefall.
"Do you remember the prophecy? Cardinaltail's prophecy?" he asked. "What do you think it means? Do you think a monster is going to come to the Clans and kill us all? Perhaps it's symbolic... oh, I just don't know."Sometimes I think my Clan has forgotten about the prophecy, he thought.
Blazefall listened to the concerns of his clanmate. His ears flicked and he sat down, trying to take it all in. He did remember Cardinaltail's prophecy, but not very well. He knew it had something to do with monsters, and it was true that the Clan seemed to have forgotten all about it. They had worse problems with their new leader and such.
"I'm not sure what it means. I don't know what she meant by monsters," he meowed. "Does she mean the things that run along the twoleg paths? I don't understand it at all. Beasts, perhaps? Coming to eat us all?"
Slatecloud didn't like the idea that there could be monsters coming to eat him and his clanmates. He shook his head, trying to push the apocalyptic images out of his mind. He wished that such a prophecy had never happened. It didn't help that StarClan had been strangely silent since that time, and everyone knew it. The medicine cats, no one would talk about it openly, but everyone knew it.
"I don't know, I just don't," he replied. "All I know is that this spells doom for the Clans, and no one is doing anything about it."
Blazefall could hear the fear in Slatecloud's tone. It's true what he says, the Clans could be doomed. Who will stop it? he thought. There was no chosen one who would come and save us. He looked around, his face starting to fall to an expression of horror.
"I understand what you're saying," he meowed. "You're right. This could be the end of all the Clans unless someone does something about it. Should we speak with Ravenspirit? Maybe she knows what's going on?" He doubted it, though. No cats had spoken with StarClan. StarClan was gone.
Slatecloud thought about the medicine cat. Would she be open to telling them anything? What if she knows secrets that she keeps to herself? She already knows secrets about Cardinaltail's death, we're sure of that, he thought. He wasn't sure if he trusted Ravenspirit or not, but the young medicine cat had not betrayed her Clan yet.
"Maybe we should see if she has anything to share about it," he meowed. "She might only want to share with Scarletstar and Thrushwing. What then? Should we talk to them as well about it? When one has concerns, one should voice them to the leader of the Clan."
He nodded, realizing that Slatecloud had a point. "We should, if they have the time to speak with us," he meowed. "I mean, I don't want to bother them. They're still trying to get the Clan organized, I'm sure of it." He licked his paw briefly in between speaking. "Once I almost became a medicine cat. Imagine how life would have been if I had followed that path?"
He was pleased to be a warrior as it was. The cinnamon-furred tom would not have it any other way... well, unless there was a chance that he could be deputy. He would leap at the chance to become the deputy of WestClan.
Slatecloud was interested by Blazefall's comment. Almost a medicine cat? Fascinating. He laid down among the grass at the base of the ancient tree. "What compelled you not to be a medicine cat?" he asked. He wondered what made someone give up a lifestyle that could have benefited them so much.
"It sounds like an excellent opportunity to me. You'd know everything that was going on in the Clan without anyone telling you," he meowed. "You'd practically be the most important cat, other than the leader of course."
Blazefall thought back to his past. He knew very well that he could have had such a high position of power. Fastbrook, who had been ironically slower than his name suggested, was the cat who he wanted to mentor him. Of course that didn't work out as planned. He changed his mind when he found out that Cardinaltail, the Cardinalpaw, wanted the job. He let her, and resigned to being a warrior.
He was grateful now that he made that decision, otherwise he might have been the one who had ended up dead with a final prophecy from his mouth. "I suppose that being a warrior just turned out to be the better path for me," he replied.
Slatecloud nodded. Sometimes cats found out that they were not destined for a certain lifestyle. He was glad he had chosen the path of the warrior. Fighting for his Clan and serving them was the only way he could imagine to live out his life. He was tempted by the prospect of one day becoming deputy, though.
If he could lead the Clan, he knew he would put everything in it's place. He still doubted that a rogue had a place leading the Clan. He turned away from Blazefall. "Do you think that it's right for a rogue to be leading our Clan?" he asked.