Burning Embers

Prologue
Kestrelflight glanced around the clearing, the starry surroundings more familiar since the final battle. And since Onestar’s death. He often met just to speak with the leader, and ask how the brown tabby was murdered, but he’d often receive the same answer every time. “It’s no matter how I was murdered. The murderer has fled, and he’s far from the Clans…for now.”

“For now?” Kestrelflight arched his eye at the tom, shaking slightly at the modified answer for the night.

“Yes, for now. But when he will return is no concern of yours, nor any other cat in the Clan.”

“And why, Onestar, would that be?”

“Because. Two cats, no, not just of WindClan,” he grunted as Kestrelflight opened his mouth to speak, causing him to close his jaws once more. “They will travel far. And by far, I mean farther than the old territory. They will discover things that can and will save the Clans.”

“But it’s just one murderer. Surely two cats wouldn’t have to abandon their Clans for something so…minor.”

“Kestrelflight,” meowed Onestar, his eyes grave. “This cat…he’s not any normal cat, not at all. By now, I’m sure you know that cats can acquire powers? Well, it’s not limited to Clan cats…”

“What’re you saying, Onestar?”

“This cat is practically invincible, harnessing almost the same power as Lionblaze. But I won’t lie when I say that he’s just recently gained the power, for the cat we are referring to used to be of the Clans.”

Kestrelflight closed his eyes, losing himself in thought of who in the world it could be. Just as he did this, another question crossed his mind.

“Onestar…who are the two cats that are going to save the Clans?”

“It’s not time for you to know.”

“Good bye,” whispered Kestrelflight, noticing the fading dream. “We will speak soon.”