A flash of lightning revealed another cat. This cat had an black coat and glowing warm blue eyes. The newcomer nodded her head in greeting. "I have come to talk of 'the prophecy of flaming larks', and I can only stay for a little while," said the female cat.
The tom nodded his head in agreement. "We have fully decoded the prophecy of larks, and it is now safe to send to the tribe cats. It is a prophecy that calls for doom and a hero. It is the most epic one I have heard in all my moons," the tom paused to catch his breath as a brilliant blast of lightning lit up the sky. "If we have your permission we can send the prophecy to them."
The female paused and hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "If we send the prophecy down as it is, it could be easily heard by our enemies. We should change it. Make it so it's not easy to figure out, but not impossible. We shall also only send it to our young hero," meowed female in a small voice. "Who is our hero, Puma? Who is the savior of the stars?" demanded the tom. The tom saw a flicker of amusement in the old female's eyes, but it was gone as soon as he saw it. He wondered if he even saw it at all.
"Our hero will be born a kit of Ember Tribe," said the female, who's name was revealed as Puma. "Storm, you must trust me on this. This is all we can do. All we can do is send the prophecy in bits and pieces to our hero. He will be in charge of decoding it. He can have his friends help," insisted Puma.
Storm nodded his head and said simply:"I trust you." "I must go now back to the Guardians hollow," said Puma, her eyes showing sadness. "All we can do is hope and believe." As Puma disappeared, Storm could hear her telling the message to the wind. The wind would carry the message to their hero but to the leader it would first go to. The leader would tell who he taught would be the Savor of the Stars.
Out of the brush he arrives.
If the lark can see
were his destiny lies
he shall never fail.
His mother an Emberling.
His father unknown.
The waters are dangerous.
The nights are bleak.
But if he is to find
the place of taller
than the sky
he shall find is guide.
His home will die
under the bleak, bleak sky.
The sky is shrinking and
the end draws near
but only if the lark can save us
our destiny shall be clear.
Storm sighed; he was tired of all this prophecy nonsense. He wanted to relax. He was in Shining Tribe, after all.
Shining tribe was a place where all cats go after their death. Only cats with a pure heart or good honest soul could go to Shining Tribe.
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"Okay class it is time for our tribe naming lesson," purred a silky white female cat to a class of small asorted kittens. "Awwww. I don't want to learn," complained a small black and white tom. "Well, you have to in order to become a true part of our tribe, Embertribe," answered the silky white female, who's name was Icicle.
"Okay, let's begin. Kits or cats younger than 6 moons are called cave-hoppers because they won't stop hopping around the cave. Cats that are over 6 moons are called learners. They are learning to become a Emberling for the tribe. An Emberling is a cat that has passed all of his/her tests so they can become a fully pledged member of our tribe."" I want to become an Emberling," yelped a small kit the size of a baby eagle. "Not all of you will become just an Emberling. Ordinary cats are Emberlings. After they take a series of tests the leader will choose what part of the clan they'll be. There are two things jobs you can be other than an Emberling. You can be a Ember-hunter or a Ember protector. But don't get me wrong a Emberling is very important. An Emberling trains all the learners so they can become Emberlings as well. Emberlings are also what cats or Ember Tribe are usually called. So if you are an Emberling you are from Ember Tribe. Ember-hunters hunt for food. If you become an Ember-hunter you will learn very special techniques. If you become an Ember-protector you will be in charge of fighting for the tribe. You will fight of bears and hawks and whole bunch or scary things," said Icicle stopping to catch her breath. "There are also Ember-carers. Ember-carers are the cats that take care of our sick and injured but you have to be picked to be an Ember-carer when you are born. More up in the top ranks is the Old-Embers. Old-Embers are our senior tribe members. We also have Sponsors, or mothers. They take care of all the cave-hoppers. We also have a deputy a cat that is secnd in line to take the leaders plave after his our her death. The leader is the cat that leads our clan," as Icicle finished a cat started to moan. Icicle knew that the kit was tried of learning.
"But wait, there's more! Each cat has a name a long one and a short one. My full name is Icicles that hang for cold places. My short name is Icicle. You get your names once you become learners. Another example is an ancient cat named Puma. Her name was Puma that leaps on the uncareful. And yet another example is Storm. His name is Storm that howls at night. I think that is enough learning for now," concluded Icicle with a huff. Her sight was dizzy because of her lack of oxygen.
Just as the kits where leaving to go back to their dens, a cry was audible: "INTRUDER!"
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