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'Where's Ivypaw?' I wonder.
"You okay, Jaypaw?" My mentor, Foxflower, asks.
"Yeah." I say, glancing back at her. I search the cats, then remember. Ivypaw's a medicine cat! I can never wrap my mind around that. I mean, she's just not very medicine cat-like.
I look towards the Moon Rocks, the huge stones at the front of the clearing. Sure enough, Ivypaw's there. She's fidgeting and looking uncomfortable, but doesn't leave. I bound over to the medicine cats, dipping my head to them.
"Hi. Can I, uh, speak with you, Ivypaw?" I stutter.
"Sure." She meows, standing and padding after me. FrostClan and AirClan arrive, one after the other.
Ivypaw and I weave through the crowd. A white shecat with silvery markings pads by. She stops when she sees Ivypaw. "Hey!" She mews.
"Hi, Swanpaw." She mumbles.
Swanpaw... Ivypaw's sister! Duh!
We move on before Swanpaw can continue. Two AirClan apprentices are racing to some FlameClan apprentices. They slam into Ivypaw, who staggers and falls.
"Oops!" One shecat giggles and races off. The tom pauses.
"S-sorry." He stammers.
"'S okay." Ivypaw grumbles, getting up and shaking out her pelt.
The tom—pale gray with white paws—pads after the shecat and their friends, glancing back at Ivypaw.
"You know him?" I ask.
"Um, yeah. That's Onepaw."
"Oh." Two warriors pad by, chatting and laughing. We move around a group of elders sharing stories. I pick up on a few words.
"-then flames erupted from the Twoleg nest, and we bolted into the woods! The ghosts of the rogues haunt the place even now." An old tom missing an ear finishes.
I glance back, intrigued. Then Foxflower's words rush back to me, and I press on.
We reach the edge of the clearing, and pad into the forest beyond. When we're far enough away from the noisy Gathering, I stop.
"What was the sign?" Ivypaw presses.
"You didn't forget?" I'm stunned.
"It's all I thought about! So, what was it? I can hardly sit still!"
"THAT'S why you were so fidgety..."
"No. I can't stand it when they talk about herbs. No offense."
"It's kinda boring." I admit.
"The sign, Jaypaw!" She snaps, lashing her dappled tail.
"Oh, sorry. She saw six birds in the herb garden. Then six more joined them, and they all flew away."
"What!?" Disappointment and anger flash across her face. "So you wanted to tell me about Foxflower's BIRD-WATCHING!?"
"That's not all!" I snap. "A voice said, 'the six send twelve of their youngest to find the savior.'"
"No. That can't be right." She shakes her head, her green eyes flashing.
"Huh? Why not?" I don't understand. Of course it's right!
"I... saw six fish in the stream. Six more came, and they all swam away."
"And?" I press. I'm hanging on yto her every word—nothing goes unheard.
"And then I heard those exact same words."
Ivypaw tilts back her head to watch the sky. "What's happening, Jaypaw? What do they want from us?"
I wish I could answer her.