A Valley Song

## Prologue

*🎶 Down in the valley, the valley so low; hang your head over, hear the wind blow 🎶*The greedy frosty air was tinged with sound in the distance north, figures rumbling in and out of bushes, making the foliage twitter at their unprecedented arrival. Many of the cats held sleek pelts, dotted with white cashmere stars in their fur, eyes much like small galaxies. Chatter had taken place, leaving the area to quite a noise—filled haste. The talk was much about a prophecy, good as it can ever be up there. A young medicine cat, looking around the age of 15 to 16 moons of age, stood up and padded quietly over to the large cave rock, standing on top of it and wobbled a little. Some cats turned their heads and gave hushed questioning about this cat and what they were doing up there; some continued their talking; some silenced themselves quickly to look up. Eventually, the timid voice began to creep around as the medicine cat spoke,
“The prophecy-... the prophecy will be about two! A waterborn and a coalborn. They will come together to rid the forest of... it..” their voice was quite low when they said ‘it’ and they then backed down and jumped off the cliff rock once more to go join their friends in the corner. Some gave disapproving glares, thinking it was much too absurd for quite a prophecy. Others nodded their heads in approval. One small kitten, looking much like they had been frost bitten on their nose, went towards the young medicine cat and asked a simple question,

“H-Hey Yerbadew. What is a waterborn? What is a coalborn? I’ve never seen one of those before.” They had a puzzled kit expression on their face, whiskers twitching nervously from anticipation. While it was a true prophecy, not one cat had ever dared utter or have ever heard ‘waterborn’ and ‘coalborn.’ Many were shocked and puzzled because no one had ever seen one of those ever. The tom known now acquaintanced to be Yerbadew responded politely,

“I cannot tell you that information, young one. But when the time comes, we will all be watching it unravel smoothly. Now, why don’t you go join Idikit to go play some moss ball, Clementinekit?” With those simple words, the young kit known as Clementinekit rushed off on their speedy paws.

*When the time comes...*

## Benevolent Wish

*🎶 Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow; hang your head over, hear the wind blow. 🎶*Inside the warm abundance of the nursery, aromas of milk and wind drifted through the area, grasping onto the den smells. Two small bundles sat in the midst of the den; a deep chocolate kit and a light golden one, huddling together by their mother. The beautiful silky gold she-cat covered her tail over the backs of her kittens to keep them warm. The kits had started to wobble around, having already opened their eyes. It was morning, however, and it was quiet in the nursery for a change.
Two beady lime green eyes opened abruptly, giving out a loud squeak with his sensitive vocal cords. The day was fresh and new and he wished to go exploring. His mother, recalling her name as Wisteriaball, had to continuously watch him, who’s name was Finnick.

Finnick was a wild card and a fast learner, finding ways to get things done before being completely taught to him. Finnick got up, wobbling on his small paws and nosed his sister excitedly. The brown she-kit stirred wisely as she began to give a high pitched grumble, causing Finnick to revel back, twitching his translucent whiskers abruptly. He furrowed his brow because he wanted his sister to wake up so they could go out to explore.

“Up!” Finnick said loudly, wobbling as he made a circle around his mother and sister. He nudged the deep brown lump and she moved a little before using her hind leg to butt Finnick in the stomach. “Ow!” Finnick whined, heading to the entrance of the den. He scowled a little at his hurting chest.

Finnick looked around, his clear glistening eyes hurting. The golden tom noticed some cats already out and about, that was including some of the older 5 moon old kits. He envied them.

The camp where they were raised was a large one, water burst in everywhere. There were lakes, streams, and even a large cascading waterfall head due north. It was paradise and Finnick hoped that one day he would become a ‘keeper.’ A keeper’s duty was to spear fish with a small trident-like device and would keep the clan minutely healthy along with the regular hunters. There’s only one keeper and a keeper novice who learns from the keeper. The current keeper is Cato, a deep gray tom-cat with fiery yellow passionate eyes. There was no keeper novice yet, and Finnick dreamed of it for a long time. Every moon when a kit graduates to novice, they take an intermission to see what rank they would be best fitted as. There were four novice ranks; Keeper, Herbalist, Spearsman, Hunter. The herbalist was a healer novice, spearsman was a fighter novice, Hunter was a regular hunting novice, and the keeper was the fisher (pretty much).

Finnick had paid close attention to Cato commonly, trying to follow his ideals even when he was in the nursery and he could barely open his eyes. Now being of four moons he felt stupid not being able to go out on his own and visit! His sister never wanted to go.

*Maybe one day he’ll get the assignment*

## Broken Nightmares

*🎶 Roses love sunshine, violets love dew, angels in Heaven know I love you, 🎶*After a day wrestling in the nursery with some of the other kits, he was made to lie down once more to rest. His mother had always wanted for him to sleep earlier and Finnick could never argue. The other older kits, however, stayed up late regularly and kept Finnick up with their shenanigans.
He despised their loudness but envied their lifestyle. Perhaps when he reached five moons, which would be in two days time, he could go out on his own and stay up later than he did now. Finnick curled up near his mother but far enough away from his sister Princess so that he could rest well. Princess was quite a kicker and Finnick never dared question it.

Quickly this time with no trodden or bitten haste he fell into a catacombed slumber, rolling himself into a small ball of deep golden sunlight. Finnick had always found it hard to sleep, but tonight he slipped into it quite nicely.

## Whispering

*🎶 Know I love you, dear, know I love you, angels in Heaven know I love you. 🎶*ADDING
## Attack On Vigil

*🎶 If you don't love me, love whom you please, throw your arms 'round me, give my heart ease,🎶*ADDING
## Working Amends

*🎶 Give my heart ease, dear, give my heart ease, throw your arms 'round me, give my heart ease.🎶*ADDING
## Lost Ally

*🎶 Build me a castle, forty feet high; So I can see her as she rides by, 🎶*ADDING
## Deep Moonlight

*🎶 As she rides by, dear, as she rides by, so I can see her as she rides by. 🎶*ADDING
## Unfortunate

*🎶 Write me a letter,'Send it by mail, send it in care of Birmingham Jail, 🎶*ADDING
## If You Seek Crow

*🎶 Birmingham Jail, love, Birmingham Jail, send it in care of Birmingham Jail 🎶*ADDING
== PART 2 - VICTORS ==