Firestar |The Courageous Lion of Skyclan|
After a long day of leadership duties the Skyclan leader was more than ready to retire for the night. It did not take long for the large fiery Maine Coon to drift off into a peaceful slumber with his darling mate, Auroraskies cuddled into his side. Firestar was not one to dream, if he did he could hardly ever recall such dreams the following morning. To him it was always a blissful darkness of no worries or stress, but this night was a different story. A worrisome frown appears on Fire’s spiritual form’s features as his usual void begins to shimmer around him, a new scenery taking place. The sudden change around him causes an instant unease to fill him. Glancing around him as he stood within the birch forest, the trees swaying lightly in the green-leaf’s breeze. The aura seemed almost peaceful and tranquil as he could feel the sun’s rays upon his ginger tabby fur as he began to wander aimlessly through the forest.
Firestar could sense something within him that was telling him to search for something within the depths of the birch forest. The calling could not be ignored no matter how much he wished to wake up, it was no ordinary dream. Even with the echoing silence surrounding him, Firestar felt drawn towards the center. Ignoring the pounding urgency to quicken his pace, Firestar did not want to run so quickly into the unknown. Not with this heavy weight he felt with each thunderous step, it was as if his spiritual body knew what was to happen before he consciously became aware of it. Brushing seamlessly past low branches, not caring for the ones that snagged at his pelt. His bi-colored eyes transfixed in the direction of his destination. Tensing as the once sunny forest dimmed, a dreary gray settled around, fog pooling at his paws as he took his first step into the middle ground.
“Took you long enough '' and a wispy voice filters through the chilled air. Firestar’s attention quickly snaps in the direction of the voice. Tilting his chin upwards slightly to look upon a large silver tabby tom perched upon a branch that normally would have snapped beneath his weight. While the unknown stranger appeared to be ordinary, the faint shimmer of stars within his pelt told a different story. The starclanner’s mystical orange gaze never wavers as he stares down upon Firestar. “It is not wise to resist the pull. To delay the inevitable” the silver tabby simply states. Firestar could sense the importance the spirit possessed, dead and once alive. Clearing his throat as Firestar retorts, “And who are you?” Why should he listen to this Starclanner? All they do is talk in riddles anyways. Scowling at the thought, what did this unfamiliar tomcat want from him?
“My name holds no importance to you. Only my message” he vaguely responds. Anger and frustration bubbles within the fiery tom as he stubbornly turns away. Gritting his teeth as his body groans in protest to his movements. “I am not listening to a dead man who can’t even reveal his own name” of course he knew he was acting childish and stubborn, but he was tired of Starclan using the living with no regards to the said living. There was a tense pause between the two tom’s before the unknown feline spoke a simple word, “Birchstar.” Turning back to look up at Birchstar, regarding him for a moment as he takes in the first official leader of Skyclan. It made sense to Firestar now as to why he was drawn into the midst of the birch forest, because so was the one in front of him. “See? Now was that so hard?” He quipped before turning fully to look upon Birchstar. Sighing as he feigns a sore neck, “Are you gonna sit up there the whole time?” Resisting the urge to roll his eyes when Birchstar continued to simply stare down at him unamused.
Deciding he might as well cut to the point, as the Starclanner was not a particular joy to be around. “What was this important message?” His question stirred Birchstar to life, his expression became more serious and grim, the temperature dropping as did the mood. “My message is a prophecy. You cannot stop it from happening, but perhaps you can stop the impending ending” Birchstar’s wispy tone echos. Firestar furrows his brows at the cryptic words, just as he thought. Fucking riddles. Just when he goes to open his mouth, ready to tell the old man to spit it out, does the spiritual Birchstar suddenly appear right in front of him. The unsettling orange eyes of the silver tabby stares deep into his emerald and ember gaze as the chilling prophecy flows from Birchstar’s lips, “Beware the toms who speak falsely. Their hearts are not their own. Not of gold or silver. Nor of lions, of tigers.”
Fire could feel a bone chilling cold settle within his bones as the scene abruptly shifts to the ghostly flats. The gathering clearing living up to its name as the dreary clearing created an ominous sensation as the wind howled and the fog cascaded down the leaders rock. The fog looked almost like a silvery waterfall flowing until disappearing before hitting the ground. The fog’s movements almost put Fire in a hypnosis state as if beckoning him to step closer into its grasps. He most certainly would have if his trance had not been broken by loose rock tumbling from the top of the leader’s boulder. Head snapping upwards, eyes squinting trying to see past gray and fog to see what caused such a disturbance. Breath hitching within his throat at large yellow feline eyes peer above him, radiating such malice and hunger that left him rooted in his spot. The ginger tabby could no longer control his spiritual form as a large ferocious copper panther leapt straight at him. Just before Firestar could feel the razor sharp claws tear into his flesh—everything went black.
Suddenly sitting up straight within his nest, a loud gasp escapes him as he tries to breathe. His sudden jolt startles his poor mate as she worriedly sits up to console the usually calm and collected leader. “My sun and stars, are you alright?” Her soft soothing voice breaks the silence. Her small paw rubbing circles along his back as she tries to bring him back to the present. “Did you have a bad dream?” She questions, lightly cooing answers out of Firestar. Blinking rapidly as he turns his unfocused gaze in her direction, her words barely registering in his jumbled mind. “It was no dream…” he mutters before his worrisome gaze finally focuses on her. Dread filling him once more, “Something bad is coming…”
Birchstar’s haunting voice echoes once more in his head; “You cannot stop it from happening, but perhaps you can stop the impending ending”. But…stop what?