The Fourth Wind

Chapter 1
The clan was quiet as Quickstorm snuck out the den. "Good," she looked back at the den, making sure she hadn't woke anyone. With her claws extended, she pounced into the shadows and looked for the cavern. She entered through the dangling willow leaves and stared at the shining stone. "Dear Starclan, it's beautiful." She gasped and stared at the rock, gently touching her nose to it, closing her eyes and waiting. Finally her eyes opened and she looked at the message from Starclan.

The tom was walking slowly as the flames began to grow behind him. With a loud yowl of pain, his tail had caught fire. Quickstorm gasped as she saw the scene play. "No!" She tried to call, but she had no power in the void. "Run!" She wished she wasn't invisible as she watched the tom hiss and pounce on a she, the she cried in pain as the grey tom yanked on its scruff, dragging her side against the rough rock. "No!" Quickstorm cried as the scene disappeared as she was staring at the glowing pink rock.

Her ears were pressed against her head as she walked past slowly, the sky was dim and the sun was beginning to rise, a soft golden light glistened off the horizon. "Quickstorm?" Smokestep was behind her.

"Smokestep!" She sighed in relief, touching her nose against his. "I'm sorry, I had to go." She looked down, embarrassed.