Hidden Flower

Prologue
It was moonhigh. Greypaw was the only one to notice something strange about it. She glanced at the red moon, reflecting in her pale blue eyes.

"Hailpaw..." she meowed to the small cat sitting next to her, "I think we should tell Stonesplash. What do you think it means?"

"I'm not a medicine cat," Hailpaw replied dryly, making it blatantly obvious he didn't want to do anything but sleep. Greypaw looked at the moon again.

"Look... Hailpaw..."

Her friend turned over, away from her.

Greypaw padded out of the den, walking slowly towards the back of the cave where Stonesplash slept.

Much to her surprise, Stonesplash was wide awake.

"Could you sleep?" Stonesplash murmured. "Is something hurting? Are you sick?"

"No... it's not that." Greypaw twisted her tail self-conciously. How would she start this conversation? Hello, Stonesplash, I'm up in the dead of night because I saw the moon looked red. Slowly, she straightened herself and told Stonesplash what she'd seen.

"You saw the blood moon..."

It wasn't a question.

"What's a blood moon?" Greypaw queried. Probably something she didn't want to know anything about, but she couldn't resist asking.

"Something terrible is going to happen, Greypaw. Something terrible will happen to our Clan."

Greypaw's eyes widened in fear. As she padded back to her nest, the blood moon seemed to reflect in every puddle she passed. All night, she floated in and out of gauzy visions of blood, death, and the moon that would, according to Stonesplash, cause something terrible. She could only wish she knew.