The Prophecy: The Story Of The Six

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      His claws sheath and unsheathe into the damp, mossy ground.   Micah didn't recognize this place at all.  He felt so out of place here, in such a wild terrain.  The large, sleek black tom was more used to the calm and easy life as a housecat.  It wasn't that he was scared of the forest, it was just that it was unfamiliar to the feline.  That, and the fact that he could almost hear the hiss of another cat just far enough away so he couldn't make out what they were saying.  "Come closer,"  He finally heard the voice whisper.  Reluctantly, Micah wandered deeper into the foggy, dank forest of twisted roots and puddles.  He rounded a corner, and peered around the face of a large, scratchy looking tree.  A hollow rock.   The voice lead him to a hollow rock.  He gave a sassy eye-roll, and licked his bristling shoulder fur a few times in annoyance.  "Come closer, Micah..!"  
    Micah noticeably froze, and whipped back around to  face the hissing rock.  Ducking low onto his legs, the tip of his sleek tail flicked, and he crawled his way into the stony, claustrophobic cave.  After a while of wiggling and squirming, Micah entered a wider opening, and was met with a thousand whispers, and the light of a million stars.  Slender cats slithered around him, whispering things that seemed to be inaudible for him.  They all almost had the same sort of body type:  Short, but well-built.  Good legs for climbing or swimming.  There was a gentle mrrow, and the hollow fell silent. 
    "Welcome," Meowed a silvery grey-and-white tabby she-cat with starry clear-blue eyes.  
"Where am I?"  Micah asked, his voice sounding almost unfamiliar in his ears. 
The starry cat silenced him with a twitch of her ears.  "Micah, there is a prophecy," She began, slowly.
"'Prophecy'?" 
"Yes.  Six cats will emerge from the depths of the mist to restore what was once theirs,"
"That's it?  That's what I'm here for?  A bunch of stupid forest-cat nonsense!?!" Micah's fur began to bristle.
The starry cat's eyes pooled with compassion, and she strode toward him, a trail of shimmering stars following in her wake. "You must find them.  You have to repair what has been broken."
"Me?"  Micah asked, mystified.  "Why? How?"
"Find five more cats, descendants of the past MistClan warriors, and tell them you met me in a dream.  I promise you, they would have met me too," 
Micah was desperately confused, but it was too late, the dream was already fading away.  "Wait-- but what's your name!?"  he asked quickly.
Before she was only an outline against the forest, he heard the starry cat whisper, "Ironstar."  And then the dream was over.  Micah woke up.


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He was probably crazy, but later that night, Micah left hist housefolk.  He did it often, mostly to just go sunbathe, or to eat more food, but this time he was leaving.  He was almost sure it was his destiny to do this.  Micah wandered and wandered until he felt as if his paws would break off.  Perching himself on the twisted root of an oak tree littered with claw-marks, he lapped at his chest fur quickly.  Would he even make it as a wild cat?  Sure, he was big, and fairly strong, compared to other housecats, but did he have what it would take to be wild?  Before he could completely lose himself in the thought, a flash of orange-red fur caught his eye, and Micah leaped to his paws.  It wasn't prey, no.  It was a cat. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to go chasing off after a wild cat in it's own territory, but Micah was eager to find these precarious five cats.  
    Micah caught another glimpse of the fiery tom as he broke into a sprint.  With a sly smirk, Micah did the same.  The two finally collided, Micah easily pinning him down, keeping his claws sheathed.  He opened his mouth to speak, possibly to ask the Orange cat about the dream, but before he could, he was slammed backward with such a force, the breath was immediately knocked from his lungs.
"Who are you?"  A tough-as-claws female voice demanded.  
"I-I'm Micah.  Oh, gosh, I wasn't going to hurt him!"   He winced.  When he opened his eyes again, Micah noticed that there were dark, tail-like shadowy things keeping him pinned to the ground.  Lifting his head, he noticed a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat standing protectively close to the tom.  "Well then why did you tackle him?" She asked boredly, rolling her eyes.   
"I wanted to ask him about a dream,"
This caught the she-cat's attention.  "A dream, huh?"
"Yeah.  One with... With Ironstar in it.  Do you know her, by any chance?" 
The tortoiseshell froze, then slowly nodded.  "Are you... Apart of the prophecy?"  She asked slowly.
"I'm not sure... I just know I'm supposed to be looking for five cats.  Five... Five forest cats."
"Well..." The she-cat paused.  "My name is Spottedflight, and my brother Blazestorm and I have been having that same dream."