River Clan 16

Leaffrost fidgeted. She opened her eyes and yowled in alarm. The vision she had seen.

“SKYSTAR!” she yowled joyfully.

“What is it, Leaffrost?”

A crowd of curious cats had begun to form. Whispers filled the air. Leaffrost had had a vision, and they must hear it.

“I am joyful to announce that Fuzzypelt is alive and near!” Leaffrost mewed loudly.

Silence.

Mixed emotions filled the crowd, and one by one, the cats started to share tongues about this exciting news.

Leaves flew past at an alarming speed. Strength filled her paws as she lept from rock to rock crossing the river. She felt no fear. A familiar smell was come apon her. She sped up. A bird cawed somewhere in the distance, and a fish jumped out of the river, splashing her face. She was home.

“Where? Where is Fuzzypelt!?” Brakentail mewed urgently to Leaffrost.

Leaffrost felt dizzy with thoughts. The vision with the strange cat. In a cave of, a cave of…

“Stars.” a voice interrupted Leaffrost’s thoughts.

All of the cat’s eyes turned on the voice. A white cat with jet grey stripes stepped lightly out of the dense bushes surrounding River Clan’s camp.

“The Cave of Stars,” the cat whispered.

Fuzzypelt had returned.

The next days were a blur of joy, sharing tongues, telling the story, and being asked more and more questions. Fuzzypelt groaned. Evermore were the kits Specklekit, Meadowkit, and Moonkit asking curious questions.

“Where did you say you went? What did the Moonstone look like? Will I be able to go there one day?”

The countless questions were wearing her down to the bone.

Flicking her tail, she mewed to Leaffrost, “I’ll be in my den if you need me.”

Purring, Leaffrost replied, “I understand.”

Fuzzypelt nodded in relief and padded over to her den. The feel of fresh green grass comforted Fuzzypelt as she stretched her aching joints. She collapsed into her nest, and her last thoughts were of the stone, the cat, and Beestripe.