The Big Realization/A Meeting in the Gorseledge

Fallowheart slipped through the trees of the Gorseledge, barely making a sound, her mouth open in the hopes of scenting prey.

She soon smellt a mouse, and then spotted its plump frame scuttling amongst the leaves.

She crept towards it, and in one spring, she had the mouse hanging limply from her jaws.

"Nice catch!" a voice congratulated her. Startled, she whipped around to see a grey tom emerge from a group of ferns. He smelled like a PikeClan cat. "I'm Snaketail."

Against her better judgement, Fallowheart found him ruggedly handsome. "Thank you," she stammered. "I'm Fallowheart."

Then she ran off towards camp with a mouthful of mouse, panting hard.

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Pinestar stretched and padded slowly out of the den. The prophecy had kept him up all night.

He walked towards the freshkill pile, his fur ruffled,  struggling to keep his hazel eyes open.

Suddenly a familiar scent wafted up his nostrils and jolted him awake. It was the smell of his brother, Basil.

He turned his head to see the shimmering outline of his cream-colored littermate walking beside him.

"Basil, my brother, my dearest brother..." Pinestar reached to nuzzle his brother, sadness growing inside of him. The images of young Basil being eaten alive by dogs flashed through his mind.

Basil vanished in an instant, leaving Pinestar's muzzle touching nothing but air.

Pinestar sighed heavily, frustration and sadness blending into one in his mind.

He felt a sudden urge that he couldn't pinpoint. Cats of the prophecy...must tell the cats of the prophecy...

Basil's voice murmured in his ear. "The cats of the prophecy hold the power of the pelt of silver...you must tell them..."

Pinestar whirled around, but his brother was no where in sight. He sat on the cold stone tiles beneath him, hissing in aggravation.

The pelt of silver...the pelt of silver...he wondered, puzzled, as he tried to decipher his brother's words. The pelt of silver...SILVERPELT.

Pinestar had soon collected the propheciesed cats deep in the Gorseledge. Eleven pairs of eyes watched him expectantly.

"I...I have something to tell you all..." Pinestar began, digging his claws into the ground. "You are more powerful then you will ever know, and I think its time that I told you what my brother told me...about the destiny that StarClan has for you..."

As he told the group the grim prediction that Basil had said the night before, none of them realized that there was a twelth pair of eyes watching their every move.

**Pinestar**