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Chapter 2 (I said chap 3 but I think it’s 2???) (so far):
Where should I go? Willow wondered looking around at her surroundings. The huge shining lake was so pretty, it blinded her for a second. She looked away from the lake. She looked back at it. The ripples looked almost inviting, except for the fact of getting her pelt wet. The lake was so full from the heavy rain, from last night, that they reached the forest shore. She stepped into the sand, so soft, so soft, It sort-of reminded her of a rug in her house-folk’s house. Oh, I wish I hadn’t left my house-folk! She sat down and curled her tail around her paws as sadness swept over her. She yawned, she was still a bit tired. It definitely hadn’t been the best sleep ever, but it wasn’t horrible, still it was nothing like her bed, in her house-folk’s house. She missed it, and she missed them. 
She got up, slowly. I have to keep going, she reminded herself determinedly. The moor continued down the lake. She shivered, wouldn’t it be cold with all that wind? Beside the moor was a huge forest; one side of the forest was pine full of pine trees and the other side oak and birch trees. The side with the pine trees was all marsy, sticky and wet, and the one thing she hated most was being sticky, wet, and cold. She shivered in disgust. Her pelt was still a bet wet and it clung to her frames. She was more of a wet ball then a pretty, soft cat right now. All the way over the other side of the lake was lush green grass with a huge river running down the center and small, beautiful streams carving the way through the landscape. 
Where should I go? She wondered again. The river area looked the most inviting, because of the soft grass, but she didn’t want to get wet and it was far away. She looked at the moor and visually cringed at even the thought of going through even more moor. She looked at the pine forest and instantly dismissed it, not more spikes, and I am not getting my pelt wet and sticky. She looked at the oak forest, determination burned through her pelt, here we go! She thought optimistically. 
She lost her footing on the slope. She hadn’t realized how slippery it was from the storm last night. She plunged down the slope. She screamed. She looked back frantically, and saw that she had made a rapid mud trail. She could feel herself slipping and falling. She reached up to grab onto a tree branch, she caught it! Yesss! Then her claws slipped, and she fell faster down the hill. Her stomach churned with anxiety. As she reached the bottom with a massive oomph, she groaned and looked at her leg which was bent up. She screamed in agony. Her head was throbbing and her leg felt like it was about to fall off. She tried to get up, but she flopped back down again as she almost fainted from pain. It was worse when she got up. She looked around and saw a light brown tabby tom. He wore a dreamy expression and….was picking…..leaves??? He saw her and got up. She curled in a small ball with her head tucked in and tail tucked over her paws, pretending she hadn’t seen him.
The brown tabby tom walked up to her. He had his leaves tucked safely in his jaws. His (e/c) eyes shone with curiosity and the a bit of the same dreamyness Willow had seen before in his eyes. 
Flash back:
“Sweetie!” Willow’s mother called.
“Here!” she purred.
Her mother walked in the room. “Oh, there you are darling!” he mother purred. Willow glanced at her house-folk. The house-folk kit that she always played with came in. Willow purred. She walked around her house-folk’s kit’s legs with her tail high in the air. She felt her soft fur being stroked. She padded over to her warm soft bed. “Good night!” she said. She curled up and fell asleep.
Willow’s dream in Flashback:
“She’s the one!” a cat who she was certain she had never seen before exclaimed. The cat was a black and white she-cat. She stared at Willow, which made Willow a tiny bit uncomfortable. Then something clicked, she felt a weird feeling that she and this cat had a special connection. A connection that could not be broken.
“Really?” a light ginger tom asked, eyeing Willow suspiciously. Willow sank in her pelt. She felt super small all of a sudden. She didn’t like all the attention she was getting, it made her uncomfortable, she wasn’t super well known in her village, and there were only her’s and 2 other’s houses there. It was a really small area by the beach. One of the houses had a cat the other didn’t. She didn’t really like Aron, the other cat. The only other cat’s she knew were her family. Her mother’s name was Velvet and her adopted Father’s name was Sol. Velvet had told her, her Father’s name was Alderheart. Velvet told her he was a medicine-cat of Thunderclan. She has never met him. Velvet told her that Alderheart and his clanmates that she knew were all dead, or at least most of them. Sol had never helped raise her, he didn’t seem to like her and Velvet, but he was supposed to be your adopted father. 
“Yes,” a dreamy brown tabby tom who looked her age rescinded, “it’s her!” It’s her!” “It’s really her!” “She has the mark!” She felt the same weird connection feeling again.
Then a skinny black she-cat popped out of nowhere. The she-cat laughed giving willow the death glare. She looked at the cat and she felt shivers melt down her spine. Then the whole dream went black. The dream hadn’t felt like a dream, it felt like….almost…like….real life….or what the future held for her……Did that sound crazy??????
Willow’s dream in Flashback over:
Willow woke up breathing heavily as the dream disappeared, replaced by an evil black fogginess with green smoke. She was awake and yet it was like she was dreaming, she couldn’t move, it came so fast and it was so shocking, she almost choked on air. She saw the same skinny black she-cat. Behind the she-cat was a bunch of cats. She saw her father Sol there too. She watched as he seemed to make the sun bleed away to gray, the sun had disappeared from sight. It was freezing and everything was dark. She watched helplessly as the skinny black she-cat let out a battle cry, and all the cats behind her killed every last cat. She felt a strong pull to help these cats.
As it faded, Willow blinked in confusion. 
Then she heard a voice ring in her ears. “(Final prophecy here) (Vision that comes with prophecy.)” 

This is all I can do for now since we don’t have the prophecy yet, if were gonna have one that is. Or I don’t think we do.
Prophecy: (Take 1!) “A silver cat with a diamond mark must face a danger above all to save the clans from eternal darkness.”
Prophecy: (Take 2!) “Silver cat with a diamond mark must use her own strength to bring down the crow that flies over the sun and the crow’s crew.”
Prophecy: (Take 3!) “When a silver cat with a diamond mark must face a hard and emotional danger. Silver cat must take on everything she has ever known to set things right for both her new home and her old. ”
Prophecy: (Take 1!) “A silver cat with a diamond mark will face danger to save her new family, against one of her own.”
So when we do the prophecy I think It should develop over time so…let me show you. Let’s say this is the prophecy: “When a silver cat with a diamond mark must face a hard and emotional danger. Silver cat must take on everything she has ever known to set things right for both her new home and her old. ” So I think we Willow should get the prophecy at different times so…
For her first vision in my chapter, if we use this prophecy we could use the first words of the prophecy “When a silver cat with a diamond mark” She hears this and see’s an older version of herself, looking proud, puffing out her chest, she’s in a forest, sitting next to a light brown tabby tom (a.k.a. Finchpaw) their purring and have their tails twined, she smiles and says “It’s over, thanks starclan!” and Finchpaw nods still purring, She’s not wearing her kittypet color anymore and she sees she’s in the oak forest. 
Next verse: “must face a hard and emotional danger.” When it says hard she sees the clans and Crowsun and her crew fighting and the clans dying, when it says emotional, she sees herself, first seeing her adopted father Sol killing Finchpaw (he learned to fight but couldn’t take on an apprentice so he took on a Med-cat app,) then she sobs over Finchpaw’s dead body, and then her own adopted Father (sol) breaks her neck. 
Next verse: “Silver cat must take on everything she has ever known to set things right” She sees herself with her clanmates and everyone around her and they’re all happy and their injuries are healed and everything is good and it’s peaceful around the lake.
Next verse: “ for both her new home and her old.” She sees the same picture of her healthy clanmates and of her mother playing with a new litter that (4 kittens) which her mother gives up for a life with their older sister. Then she see’s her as a warrior, deputy, leader, med-cat, whatever she is once she gets older, with her four little siblings as apprentices visiting their mother, maybe she might join someday.
Emmy and Larkie! Hope you enjoyed!
Edit: that was long