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Revelation

Lunarwing

I knew who I was now. Obviously Blazing Talon still had no clue that she was still dreaming.

She had just been named deputy . . . of a living clan. How pathetic. I wouldn't cheer for such a weak achievement.

She seemed to notice my silence. Good, maybe then you'll get that Foxdung cat back and been more observant on where he went.

She climbed down from the stupid ledge, helping the weakling Brambleclaw. Why help? He's going to die and he'd look good as a rotting corpse on the Highledge.

Hawktalon left that cat's den - what was his name . . . Jayfeather? Hmmm, corrupting him will be fun, but not as fun as killing Sandstorm for the murder of Scourge.

I liked Scourge. He was a faithful minion.

Hawktalon ran over to me and I closed my eyes to give her the illusion I was still the cat that was her best friend. "Lunarwing, what's up? You seem different," she told me.

I really wanted to shout in her face: "Well, nuh-duh. I have permanent shadows on my pelt and a blood lust. OF COURSE I'M DIFFERENT!"

But all I said was: "Yeah, I've changed a bit. The battle, I guess."

"Can I help" she asked. Uhhh, I just wanted to kill this cat. She was so pure. Disgusting.

"Yeah, just answer me this: have you heard the tale of the Cats of the Balance?" I asked her calmly, which was very hard.

"Mousefur told me it was about two cats: one of the light and the dark one. The light one was the daughter of StarClan and the dark one was ruler of the darkness. Their names were something like Eagle of the Blazing Fire," she paused, trying to remember the other.

Her name made me laugh. Eagle of the Blazing Fire sounded really stupid. It was like a kit had found the catnip and renamed everyone.

Hawktalon's face lit up. "Aha, the other was Feather of the Dripping Moon . . ."

"I am NOT a leaking tap or a feather!" was what I wanted to scream, but I kept it caged for later.

"Dripping?" I questioned, half letting my cool slip.

"Yeah, I was also thinking peeing, but . . ." she trailed off. Oooh I was pissed. This cat was going to get her tail blasted back to that star place of hers.

"Little mousebait, remember who you are," I commanded her. "Remember how you loved the light. When you dreamed of the beach and when you sunned yourself. Remember when I showed you my forest and you screamed at the shadows I'd found. How we battled and how you tried to pull me down to make me the weak mewling kit you are."

Hawktalon

What was she on about?

"Remember when light met darkness in battle," Lunarwing screamed, opening her eyes to reveal her shining blood-red iris. "It will happen again!"

And with that, she disappeared.

All of a sudden, I fell to the ground, flashes of forgotten memories resurfacing again. A battle where light was fighting the shadows.

The cat of the light - coloured light brown with yellow paws and muzzle - shot an electrified yowl at the cat hiding in the darkness at the edge of the forest. The flames rose behind her, casting her in their bright glow.

Whereas, the cat of darkness sulked at the edge of the forest, hiding in the shadows. Her blue-gray pelt was covered by shadows, even when she was in the blazing sunlight.

The two cats were exact opposites.

"Bloody Moon, how dare you break our agreement," the light cat shouted.

"I'm sick of this dark damp forest! It's time we took what we want: THE LIVING CLANS!" She screeched.

"I'm sorry, I really don't want to do this," the light cat said. "But you leave me no choice . . ."

The light cat opened her jaws and a ball of sparks began to form. She shot the ball at the sky and it turned to a swirling portal of electricity.

"I'll give you some time to think about what you have done," the light cat yelled. "Then come to me and tell me what you have learnt."

The portal began to suck everything in. The fur on the light cat's pelt rose with the new force, but her claws stuck in the ground. The dark cat knew she had no choice of staying, so decided to do the only thing rational. She leapt, claws outstretched at the light cat.

"If I'm going, you're coming with me, Hawk of the Blazing Talons," screamed Bloody Moon.

Wing of the Bloody Moon's claws tore at the light cat's fur. Hawk of the Blazing Talons' claws gave way and the two cats flew into the portal.

I lay on the ground, my body shaking and jolting. Many images flashed inside my head. Above the rest, one strange scene grasped my attention. The strange thing about the view was that it wasn't one of my own memories.

A lady was driving her shiny red car along the road, going to pick up her husband from work. She sat comfortably in her black leather seats, alone in the car.

Or so she thought.

She approached the school zone and slowed down appropriately. When she came to a T-junction, she stopped and waited for the road to clear. As it cleared, she eased her foot onto the pedal as she was taught and turned the corner.

Unseen by the driver, a tabby tom cat jumped from the passenger seat to the floor by the driver's legs.

As she turned the corner, the tabby tom pushed down on the accelerator and the car took off.

The driver started screaming and kicked her foot against the brake. It was no use.

The car continued rocketing along the road. As a last attempt to stop the car, the driver took a sharp turn, but noticed two girls crossing the road.

She slammed her foot on the brake, but the car did not stop. The car ploughed into the two girls with a sickening crunch, then continued like nothing had happened.

Suddenly, the driver had control again. She turned the corner and stopped the car. Getting out, she rushed around the corner and back to where there were crowds around the two girls.

She barged her way through and stood beside their mangled bodies. There were two women crying together. Assuming that they were the mothers of the two girls, the lady walked up to them.

"I am so sorry," she said. "I don't know what happened."

Afterwards there was a lot of yelling, swearing and court hearings, the poor lady was imprisoned for a year. Although, she was innocent the entire time, and no one would ever understand . . .

I sat up with a gasp. Something cold and wet was dripping off my fur.

"There, she's fine," grumbled Jayfeather, though I could see worry in his eyes. "A bit of cold water to the head does a world of good."

"I'll get you back Jayfeather," I promised, trying to shake off the after effects of the dream. "One day you'll be rudely awoken with cold water."

"Bring it on," he said. "Have you seen Lunarwing, by any chance?"

"Uh." I explained to Jayfeather what had gone on between Lunarwing and me. I told him about the battle between light and dark, but kept the rest secret.

"We should go see Firesta . . . oh yeah, I forgot," Jayfeather mewed sadly. "He was a great leader . . ."

"How's Brambleclaw?" I asked. "Well, Bramblestar now."

The medicine cat didn't look too happy about me calling Brambleclaw the leader. "He's not too good. I'll take you to him."

I got to my tired paws and followed him to the medicine den. "Hawktalon, watch who you call leader. It is not wise to toy with StarClan."

"He is leader of ThunderClan," I said firmly. "And will be until his final breath."

"Which won't be too long. I'm afraid he is not faring well," Jayfeather said, repeating what he told me earlier.

We reached the medicine den in silence. I entered and was instantly hit by a wave of sadness. There were cats everywhere, lying around only half treated and licking their wounds clean. Mews of pain sounded through the den.

It reminded me of a WWI documentary we watched in school. All the guns and stuff were pretty cool, but what came afterwards was definitely not. The hospitals were chock full of injured soldiers and there was not enough supplies or workers to treat them all.

I shook off the thought and padded to Brambleclaw. He lay on his side in a moss nest, breathing heavily. The moss on his stomach was stained red. "Please," he whimpered. "Squirrelflight. The kits."

"I'll be right back," Jayfeather promised, rushing off to grant the dying cat's wish.

"Bramblestar, do you have any advice for me? I'll need it from the expert," I asked.

The tabby tom looked to me, seemingly surprised at being called leader. "Just do what you think is right, even if other cats disagree. If you really care enough about what you are fighting for, you will find the bravery and strength to push on. I believe in you, Hawktalon."

My eyes began to water. "Thank you Bramblestar. I'll lead your Clan into greatness."

"If any cat here can do it, it's you Hawktalon," he said.

"Brambleclaw!" Squirrelflight's scared mew sounded in the den. She rushed over to her dying mate. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Jayfeather will fix you up and you'll lead ThunderClan."

"Daddy!" Swiftkit and Mosskit raced over. "Why are you not playing? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll be out in a while," Brambleclaw said to his kits. It must have broken his heart to see them so sad.

"Squirrelflight, I can feel my body dying," Brambleclaw whined. Before he could continue, Jayfeather returned with Lionblaze and Hollyleaf.

"Brambleclaw!" Hollyleaf cried.

Lionblaze didn't say anything, but the hurt in his eyes said more than words could ever explain. His foster-father was dying. Brambleclaw was more of a father than Crowfeather ever would be.

I felt the pain of everyone around me. It was horrible . . . how could anything amount to this carnage. It was like I was in a war zone with no escape and no salvation. Foxleap wasn't here and Lunarwing . . . well, she was possessed.

The image of The Cats of Balance rushed back and I suddenly realised who the cats were. Me and Lunarwing. I'm not Hawktalon at all. I'm just a cover for a larger cat than I will ever be.

I am Hawk of the Blazing Talons. I was the cat of the light.

The full extent of my power finally sunk in. I was the one destined to guide all cats to StarClan and keep them from straying to the dark powers of greed, envy and solitude.

But how was I to do this? I couldn't even save my best friend or my mate, let alone an entire generation of cats.

"Hawktalon, are you okay?" Jayfeather asked. "You look kind of dazed."

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied too quickly.

Hollyleaf looked up at me. "Do you want to talk?"

Suddenly I realised that I did need someone to talk to about everything. I nodded, "That would be good, thanks."

She whispered to Brambleclaw once more, and then turned to me. "Come on; let's go away from prying ears."

I followed her into the main clearing where cats were lazing around, licking their wounds. She led me under Highledge and sat down expectantly.

I sat next to her, looked down then started to tell her all that had been happening.

"I know why they're attacking. I know why I woke up in the forest and I know why I have powers, yet am not one of the three," I confessed to her, looking down at my paws. When I looked up she looked puzzled, so I took a deep breath and told her everything . . .

She looked shocked at my revelation. "I don't know what to do anymore," I finished.

"Have you told anyone else?" Hollyleaf asked.

"No, I just realised then who I was and my destiny," I said. "It's a lot to find out at once."

"Have you told Lunarwing?"

I hesitated. "No, she remembered too. She is the cat of the dark."

"But she's a medicine cat, how is this possible?"

"StarClan wanted to keep an eye on her," I replied, sadness in my voice.

"So you mean that she could have become a warrior if StarClan was certain she'd never remember?"

"Yes."

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