The Calling of the White]]

[FIREH!!]

Littlefox

<sub>Littlefox finally finished collecting Catmint, mallow and yarrow, and decided she was done for the day. The mottled pelt of the female looked around the camp of her clanmates, warm and safe in their dens, before entering into her own. She licked Prophecyteller's ear in welcome, before looking at the empty nests for sick cats. All was well. She hoped nothing could hurt her clan soon.

As she lay down, she yawned and stretched, before rolling over and shutting her eyes. Immediately, she was surrounded in a blowing white mass. She spun around, looking for anything. But all she could see was white. Suddenly, a voice whispered in her ear, though she could see nothing. "A terrible storm is coming. Beware, Littlefox, of horror that can't be seen." And everything went dark, and suffocating. She awoke, gasping for breath. Everything was suddenly freezing, and as she stood, she stepped in snow. "Oh no!" She stepped outside of her den and was greeted by the same blinding whiteness from her dream. She backed back into her den, and nudged Prophecyteller awake. "Prophecyteller! Prophecyteller wake up!! Something terrible is happening!!"</sub>[/color]

[&&R.A.V.E.N :3]

prophecyteller

The tom was just curling into a ball when Littlefox appeared in the den, herbs in her mouth. As he settled down, he smiled up at his mentor, resting his head down on his paws and closing his white-pupiled eyes. In an instant, Prophecyteller was asleep. But it wasn't all fun and games in his restless sleep. Ever since returning from his capturers, the tom hadn't gotten a good nights rest. And especially not since returning from his talk with amberpool. How he missed the she-cat with her pretty eyes and perfectly groomed pelt. He let out a sigh in his sleep, ears twitching before his eyes flashed open as Littlefox stirred.

"What? What's going on?" He asked, eyes wide.

[FIREH!!]

Icelily

_{Littlefox was scared beyond her wits, but she made herself calm as she spoke quietly to Prophecyteller. "There's something happening outside. I think we're having a snowstorm. I had a dream that everything was white, and someone whispered to me, 'A terrible storm is coming. Beware, Littlefox, of horror that can't be seen'. Prophecyteller, do you think this storm could hurt anyone? I mean, it's just snow, right?" She tried to comfort herself, by talking to Prophecyteller.}