"Hello, Heatherleap."

Heather's eyes blinked open, her vision clouding. She could only make out the outline of a huge shimmering cat, her bushy tail neatly over her paws.

"Who are you?" Heather rasped. She tried to scramble to her paws, but fell back down with a thump. "And I'm just Heather. Not Heatherleap." Her ice blue eyes shook as the golden cat rose to her paws. "I am Brindlesong. You will see me for many more moons." Her voice was unexpectedly sweet and quiet, despite Brindlesong's body size. "And yes. You are Heather. But that may change sooner than you think," Brindlesong said in her calm voice. So many thoughts swirled into Heather's head, and she fought to balance on her paws. She had no idea why she felt so weak and tired, like she had a waterlogged pelt. Brindlesong stalked up to Heather, and placed her forepaws gently on Heather's belly. Everything went quiet once more as Heather closed her eyes and fell into darkness.

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The sun was shining, and the birds chirped overhead. Heather and Brindlesong slowly stalked among the trees, and suddenly the smell of cats hit her. Heather gasped in surprise as the smell of many strange cats hit her. Heather gave a surprised gasp as she realized the cats scattered over the huge clearing in front of her. Older cats were basking in the sunlight, and young kits scampered over their bellies, squealing with excitement. Some cats were pawing and snapping at each other, rolling in the dust. "Stop them! They're hurting themselves!" meowed Heather desperately. She tried to protest to Brindlesong. Heather could now see how pretty the she-cat was. Her golden pelt rippled in the breeze, and her green eyes had a depth to it that Heather couldn't put her paw on. Brindlesong purred. Heather stared at her. Young cats were fighting each other, and Brindlesong was happy?

Then Heather realized that they weren't fighting - they were playing. A bit roughly, Heather thought. She gave her chest a couple of embarrased licks, when her eye caught on a cat that looked exactly like her. Heather watched, hypnotized, as the mystery cat crouched down in front of a white tabby's paw. The cat murmured something to the white cat, and tugged what looked like a thorn out of his paw. The cat was now spreading a mixture of leaves onto the paw.

"Brindlesong, is that -" Brindlesong's fluffy tail slapped over Heather's snout, and the yellow cat's eyes were clouded with sadness. "Follow me."Brindlesong and Heather sat uncomfortably in silence in the tiny clearing hidden by gorse bushes, from the rest of the cats. At last Heather broke the awkwardness by blurting out the question that had been stuck in her head ever since the start. "Are we dead?"

Heather relaxed a bit as she saw amusement glinting in Brindlesong's deep green eyes. "No, we aren't," purred the she-cat. Suddenly a scratchy yowl rang above them. Brindlesong's eyes widened in alarm. "Heather, listen to me. Travel up to the mountains. Find me. You are the savior of the Second Generation." 

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