Dreamkit's Slavery (book two)

Chapter twenty

   I woke up, panting. I raced out of my den, and on to Speaking Stone.
   "Gather beneath Speaking Stones to hear a prophecy given to me," I yowl. The clan quickly assembles.
   "Shaking ground, loud and light, thick air, still rivers, racing flames, and changing lands will bring death upon many. We must be ready when this comes. I want everyone to move their nest to the proper dens. Every den must be enforced. The camp wall must be rebuilt with rocks. We need to dig prey holes and water dips. The water dips must be in cased with rocks. Border patrols will be cut down to one per day," I
instruct the cats below.
"But Dreamfrost, who will be leader and deputy?" Blueshadow calls out.
"StarClan gave me my nine lives last night. The deputy will be... Thunderstorm," I meow. Cats call his name as he bows respectfully to me.
   "Ok, we need to get moving. Medicine cats, collect as many herbs as possible. Dry them and store them away for the future. Warriors train your apprentice if you have one, if not, work on the camp or hunt," I yowl. Waterstone, Moonshadow, and Fallingfeather all come up to me.
"We are expecting kits," Waterstone meows, the others nod. I sigh.
"Ok, I want you to do the lightest work. We still need you to help, but don't ware yourselves out, ok?" I ask.
"Ok," Moonshadow says while the others nod.
"Good, now off with you. I'm going to hunt," I meow. I pad out of camp, scenting the air.