One minute, Bushpaw was sorting herbs with her medicine cat mentor, the next she was staring at the spot she was standing.
'Eh. Wat. She was just standing there!' Bushpaw thought.
"Uh, Berrydawn?" She mewed quietly. She ran out of the medicine den and looked around the camp for any signs of Berrydawn. What surprised her most, was when she saw her brother Lightfall fading into the air.
"Uh, Lightfall? You good?" She approached him carefully. His pelt was turning to brights stars and was swept away by the warm sea breeze on the grassy part of their territory. They lived near what the kittypets and loners called 'the sea'. That's how her clan come upon their name, SeaClan.
"What's going on?" Bushpaw muttered to herself.
"The only way necessary for the future of the clans to survive."
Bushpaw whipped around the middle of the clearing, searching for the source of the voice.
"Who are you?!" She shouted at the air. The voice chuckled. It definitely sounded like a tom.
"You'll figure out all in good time. For now, lead your clan. Find the Mountain Clans. Join together."
"Mountain Clans?! There are more clans?" 'But there are only four clans.' She thought. 'SeaClan, MossClan, FireClan, and LightClan.'
"Do we have to leave the forest and the moor?" They had only ever lived in the forest or on the moor. Never in the mountains.
"Do not fear, for you will have me as a guide on your journey. You shall find the Mountain Clans and bring them here. They are dying. Take the other three Chosen's with you."
"Who are you?" Bushpaw asked.
There was a pause. The voice did not answer.
"You'll meet me soon enough, though you may not know it's me."