It was a quaint setting; the clouds were puffy and high in the sky, dazedly swishing past the sun as birds scattered the sky-scene. Trees littered the freshly trimmed field while far behind them off in the distance and background was high-peaked mountains, as well as the horizon, sometimes greatly known as 'The Sun-drown Place'. Amid the beautiful scenery laid a red barn, farmhouse and a construction site across the opposite side of the field, almost tarnishing the spring mood of a certain tom.
In fact, this tom was a husky, plump, black-and-white loner; his eyes twinkled with mischief, making cats question his age, which was, indeed, not needed to be known. The tom was glaring at the twolegs with utmost uncompassion and anger, unsheathing and re-sheathing his claws contemptibly.
"Hey, Barley!"
The tom whisked around, his tail twitching scandalously, "Oh, hello, Ravenpaw, is something the matter?" almost off of his mild farm accent that popped out so often. His companion, a former wild-cat, trotted up beside him and sat down with a soft thud and sigh. Which seemed, always to worry the older cat, Ravenpaw was almost like a brother to him, or what did the wild-cats call them- apprentice, yes, that was it, an apprentice to him.
"Well, actually yes. I had the strangest dream last night, Barley." The black tom stated while curling his tail around his front paws while Barley let the news sink in.
"You don't usually have those kinds of dreams, don't you?" Barley asked before Ravenpaw could respond.
"No, Barley, and I wish I could forget it... It was horrible! I was at this large pond, I think a lake- like RiverClan's camp almost, but with no ground to step on! A- and Firestar, Graystripe and the others were there, but it was complete bloodshed, far worse than the great battle with BloodClan! A- and..."
Ravenpaw was shaking, his fur bristled up with rage, his eyes frozen in memory of the frightening experience.
Barley looked at him with a softened gaze and curled his tail around the former apprentice of ThunderClan, "Whoa, calm down, Ravenpaw," he sympathized the younger tom, he grew up to a Clan and was a timid tom, his mentor had been blood thirsty and had almost destroyed the Clans. Tigerstar, the dark warrior that haunted kit's dreams and was long gone, as far as Barley knew, he had helped in aid of the Clans in defeating BloodClan and Tigerstar's followers. Many cats were lost in the battle, luckily none of the cats who Barley had known were dead. It was all seasons ago, it was the past and no cat wanted to remember the horrible experience.
Ravenpaw shuddered beside him, he immediately put his attention on the tom instead of the past.
"Ravenpaw," he started, nudging the green-eyed tom beside him, "what if it wasn't just a dream? What if -," he paused, trying to remember the name,"-StarClan, is trying to send you a message? What if you should respond? Probably the Clans need you." He grimaced at his own words, feeling his blood rush through his veins, Ravenpaw might have to leave...
Ravenpaw looked at him, terror in his eyes, "B-but Barley, I can't leave, what if they don't accept me back? But then again..." The young tom paused, he sighed, "It might be a sign from StarClan... I've got to answer them!" He stood, his tail bristling, "I've got to help my Clan!" Barley purred, "Ravenpaw, you might want to stop by Princess' twoleg nest on the way there, you might want to tell her face-to-face where you're going, she won't take my word for it." Ravenpaw looked at him with a bright look in his eyes, "right after I have my fill of mouse then I'll be on my way."
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