8: All Will Come To Light
Cherrycrest kept her eyes shut as she sat by the fire stone, trying to get the ancestors to listen. ‘Who are they?’ she says in her head, ‘Who is the ghost cat?’
Yet, the ancestors don’t respond. The silence is long, deafening as Cherrycrest opens one of her eyes and peaks around, before sighing and opening them both. “…and I’m still awake.”
As Cherrycrest stands up to jump off the rock, she finds herself growing light-headed and then falling backwards, landing on the rock and falling into a slumber.
“You summoned us,” a voice boomed as Cherrycrest came to. She found herself in a white space where all she could see were the two cats in front of her who stood with stars in their pelts and frowns on their faces. Her clan is nowhere in sight.
Cherrycrest held her head up high as she approaches the ancestors. “Yes, Thornclan has been being hunted by a rogue and I believe you know who it is,” she says, staring at the ancestor who spoke.
The second ancestor, a dark coloured tabby, stepped forward. “Your clan is being tormented by many cats, even some you have yet to realise. All will come to light soon.”
“What does that mean?” Cherrycrest turns to the cat to ask but he was already gone; the only cat left was the colder ancestor.
“What does that mean?” She repeats but the ancestor just remained silent, refusing to answer the question.
As Cherrycrest was about to give up and wake herself up, the ancestor spoke up. “A cat of thorns knows the truth.”
Before Cherrycrest could ask anymore questions, she woke up, alone in the camp as cats ran past her in a panic. Cherrycrest jumped up, looking around at the panicked cats. She spotted her fellow medicine cat, Bluemoon, run past so went up to grab her. “What’s happened?” Cherrycrest asks, jumping in front of Bluemoon.
“You haven’t heard?” Bluemoon questions. “The rogue has entered camp and tried to kill Hawkthorn then disappeared. They’re in the camp somewhere. I can’t defend myself. I’m a healer not a fighter.”
The nervous cat fidgeted in the spot, looking ready to run in any moment. “Okay, you go to the medicine cat den, wait for the all clear and look after the sick. I’ll come find you when it’s over, okay?”
Bluemoon gulps before nodding and taking a step forward, pressing her forehead against Cherrycrest. “Watch yourself,” Bluemoon whispers to her before running in the direction of the den.
Cherrycrest took a gulp before walking firmly in the opposite directions that the cats were running from, a look of determination on her face. “Time to find Thistlestar.”
Yet, the ancestors don’t respond. The silence is long, deafening as Cherrycrest opens one of her eyes and peaks around, before sighing and opening them both. “…and I’m still awake.”
As Cherrycrest stands up to jump off the rock, she finds herself growing light-headed and then falling backwards, landing on the rock and falling into a slumber.
“You summoned us,” a voice boomed as Cherrycrest came to. She found herself in a white space where all she could see were the two cats in front of her who stood with stars in their pelts and frowns on their faces. Her clan is nowhere in sight.
Cherrycrest held her head up high as she approaches the ancestors. “Yes, Thornclan has been being hunted by a rogue and I believe you know who it is,” she says, staring at the ancestor who spoke.
The second ancestor, a dark coloured tabby, stepped forward. “Your clan is being tormented by many cats, even some you have yet to realise. All will come to light soon.”
“What does that mean?” Cherrycrest turns to the cat to ask but he was already gone; the only cat left was the colder ancestor.
“What does that mean?” She repeats but the ancestor just remained silent, refusing to answer the question.
As Cherrycrest was about to give up and wake herself up, the ancestor spoke up. “A cat of thorns knows the truth.”
Before Cherrycrest could ask anymore questions, she woke up, alone in the camp as cats ran past her in a panic. Cherrycrest jumped up, looking around at the panicked cats. She spotted her fellow medicine cat, Bluemoon, run past so went up to grab her. “What’s happened?” Cherrycrest asks, jumping in front of Bluemoon.
“You haven’t heard?” Bluemoon questions. “The rogue has entered camp and tried to kill Hawkthorn then disappeared. They’re in the camp somewhere. I can’t defend myself. I’m a healer not a fighter.”
The nervous cat fidgeted in the spot, looking ready to run in any moment. “Okay, you go to the medicine cat den, wait for the all clear and look after the sick. I’ll come find you when it’s over, okay?”
Bluemoon gulps before nodding and taking a step forward, pressing her forehead against Cherrycrest. “Watch yourself,” Bluemoon whispers to her before running in the direction of the den.
Cherrycrest took a gulp before walking firmly in the opposite directions that the cats were running from, a look of determination on her face. “Time to find Thistlestar.”