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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -12pt;]It all started with another dream. A dream sent by StarClan to Glitchmob, who apparently received all of WindClan's prophecies and such (which was ironic since up until not too long ago she had been agnostic). A soft whimper, almost inaudible, could be heard from the sleeping wildcat hybrid.
"Glitch honey?" A higher pitched, but somewhat mellifluous, male voice burst in her head like a flower blooming under the full moon.
"Ya?" The marlot walked through the realm she was in, noting how she could walk perfectly fine and that her tail was movable.
"Come here." The voice was suddenly behind her. The medicine cat spun on her heels to see the figure of her very small father, Sheepherder. At first she was confused to see him, wasn't he dead? Yes, yes he was. So did that mean she was dead?
A small grin of humor spread on the long-furred tom's face for a split second, "No, you're alive. I brought you here." The black feline took a step closer to his larger daughter, a look of pride and sadness in his bright yellow orbs. "I miss you, very much. But it's a good thing you are no longer in StarClan. I know very well how it's like, to be with all of your loved ones in StarClan and then suddenly pushed out."
Glitchmob felt like bursting into tears, she didn't want to come back. She wanted to stay up there with her family and forget the pain Alaskanriches had caused her. "Wh-what did you want?" Her voice cracked, but her face showed nothing. She would be strong for her father and get to the point.
A minute frown formed on the scrawny tom's face for few seconds. "You've changed a lot.." Sheepherder shook his head, then brought it up to nuzzle the hybrid. "I need to go now, but you'll see what StarClan needs." With a sad smile, the former RiverClan Advisor got to his small feet and walked away.
Glitch wanted to run after him, wanted to cry out his name and weep into his soft, long fur. But he was gone. The realm around her began to turn a dark red color, almost a crimson. An explosion of crow calls sounded next to her as three burst out into flight and took to the sky. Her paws grew warm suddenly, so she looked down to see what it was. A pool of thick liquid was rising, now at her ankles. Glitchmob raised one foot, and to her horror she found that the liquid was blood, which was the same color as the atmosphere around her.
With wide eyes, the female stood up and ran, ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where she was going, but she just needed to leave. Suddenly she was falling, falling down into nothing from nothing. All she could see was crimson and crows in the sky, getting smaller and smaller.
She hit the bottom of nothing. A foul stench hit her, making her vomit whatever was in her stomach. "What is that?" The girl sniffed the air once more and followed the horrific scent until she found its source.
A large, seemingly never ending, mountain of bodies. Bodies of her friends, family, enemies, and acquaintances. The bodies of everyone in WindClan, including her. At the very top was Fireflystar, laying on his back with his head missing. The feline's fur drained of it's color into a pure white. "Wh-what does this mean?"
A giggle very familiar to the she-cat sounded from the body mountain, her own laugh she made whenever she broke or snapped. Damn, hearing it from other ears made it seem very, very creepy. She heard a deep and husky female voice, which she determined to be her own. Except she wasn't talking, or laughing. "Change! Be like Daddy! Be like Daddy! Change!" More laughter.
Glitchmob pricked her ears to find the voice and saw something moving in the body mountain. Herself, of course.
"Be.. be like Daddy! Change!" The corpse said again, this time in a more forced tone, as if she wasn't saying it herself. At that moment something fell on her, pinning her to the crimson ground. It was so heavy! It felt like the weight of a large boulder! Struggling, the marlot turned her head to see herself pinning her to the ground. But the Glitchmob on top of her wasn't white like she was at the moment, she was just a regular marlot. Besides her eyes being pure ebony.
The medic groaned, trying to throw the attacker off of her. More weight. This time when she looked up she saw the fake her leaned in very close, a smile on her face. "Be like Daddy!" What the hell did that even mean?!
With a newly discovered strength, the fem pushed herself off with a loud groan. "Tell me what you mean!" The fake Glitchmob was sitting with her back away from her, so she walked around to see her face.
The fake Glitch was staring ahead at nothing, black blood pouring out of her eyes, nose, and mouth. Her neck turned in an unnatural way to view the medicine cat, "Change! Change!"
Everything turned an even darker crimson.
With a small gasp for air, the fem woke up. What was that? Was it just a dream? The feline didn't really think so, she had received a prophecy before and was able to tell that it wasn't a dream. And this had the same feeling. The marlot stood up from her nest, falling back down immediately. Oh yeah, she had almost forgotten how difficult it was to walk and stand. The silvery-tan girl rolled over on to her back and stared at the cave ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Change! Be like Daddy! Why did she have to change? Why be like Sheepherder? Did it mean she should change her body into a domestic cat? No, that made no sense because why was everyone dead in the omen? Maybe it meant the clan had to change, but why be like her weak father? In life he was physically incapable of many things, such as hunting, climbing trees, swimming well, and the list could go on for a long time.
So it definitely wasn't anything physical that needed to be changed, so it had to be his personality or beliefs. Well Sheepherder was clever, creative, a decent liar, kind of moronic, a sucker for love, very sad, family-oriented, friendly, emotional, strategic, bipolar, one of the most strict believers in the Warrior Code, very loyal, he told people what they wanted to hear, religious, sentimental, kind, could be blunt, secretive, and a lot of other things. Damn that was a lot to pick from, so what did StarClan want WindClan to be like? Maybe more friendly? No, there were many 'unfriendly' people and no one had ever gotten an omen because of that. More loyal? Nah, WindClan was as loyal as it got (aside from Alaskanriches, of course). Have more religion in the clan? Might be. Well, in RiverClan when the leader announced that StarClan was no longer the clan's religion the medicine cat never got a prophecy or some * afterwards. Enforce the Warrior Code more? Possibly. Yes, yes! That was really the only one that made sense. Didn't Fireflystar live to the Warrior Code with all of his heart, or something, too?
She remember how her father recited lines from it very often. Once her sister came up to him with a scarf she had found, asking if it looked nice. He had frowned and shook his head very disapprovingly. "A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet." None of her siblings ever touched a twoleg thing after that. He had also disowned any children of his who left the clan (which was odd because he was perfectly normal with her when she was in StarClan).
But why did StarClan want WindClan to enforce the Warrior Code more? Maybe Alaskanriches didn't do it enough and pretty much just let the clan go crazy. Maybe.
Maybe there were almost no other clans that did it enough, maybe they wanted WindClan to be the closest clan to StarClan. Any way it was, she had her answer.
The feline managed to stand, the phantom feeling of warm blood pooling around her paws lingering. She padded out with her jerky movements into the center of camp, a grim expression on her face. Should she talk to Fireflystar, or the whole clan? The whole clan, you can't just share this information with one person.[/fancypost]
