Whisperflight

"With the lifeblood of the Queen and Raven's squall, a whisper sounds among empty masses. Beware even those of the heart's blood," Mewed the starry tabby, his voice harsh on the ears. Cloudecho shifted his weight among his paws as he anxiously drunk up his late mentor's words. His ears strained to hear the prophecy he was being entrusted with. 

"Oh Robinbreeze, oh Starclan!" Cloudecho meowed anxiously once he was sure his mentor had told him all there was to tell. "Oh Robinbreeze... what could They mean? What could you mean?" He torn his claws into the soft dirt and grasses, digesting his words and bristling up.  The starry tom would open his mouth as if to speak though no response came.

He knew all of what was said was it. Nothing more. Nothing less. All the young tom could do was jump from his nest when sleep finally faded from him and he returned back to the world that was his. That of the living. A yowl of frustration clawed at his throat like still living prey, desperate to be let out. Though Cloudecho knew better than to tantrum like a scolded kit and would swallow his cry.