Yayz, Moar Plot!

((Took me forever to write this! Hope it's not too long! Enjoy!))

A faint light shone from the heart of a shaded, sheltered cave. It was nothing more than a glow, but nevertheless it was there.
A trickle of water tumbled through the round hole in the ceiling, but other than that it was nearly silent. The gentle rippling sound of the water, combined with the shadows and the light sparkling on the pool, gave the place an almost magical air of mystery and siege.

Presently, three beings stepped from the shadows. Each stepped carefully and lightly, one paw at a time, disturbing nothing. But then again, they didn't seem to be 'stepping' at all. Their paws were shrouded in a thick gray mist that hung over the floor of the cave. Or perhaps their paws were the mist. They just didn’t seem to be there. One couldn’t be sure.
The three wolves each, in turn, sat around the pool. The water fell between them, separating the connection they had shared a moment ago.
"The danger is near,” A shimmering white one said, folding her huge, pale, feathered wings close to her body.
The faded gray wolf shook her head. One ear flopped at the tip. "Moonpack are doomed if they fail to discover what has been happening. Much blood will be shed." Her unseen claws scraped at the rock in agitation.
The last Starpack wolf was inky black in color. A white mark glowed softly on her forehead as she spoke. "Venom and his allies planned well," she barked. "None but Sunray have suspected anything. That was his error, but he seems to be covering it well.”
“But what are we to do?” The gray one shifted from paw to invisible paw restlessly. “We can’t wait for Venom to make another mistake. He’ll shroud his plans even more thoroughly this time.”
“We need to tell Clawface more,” the white wolf growled. “Before it’s too late”
The black wolf shook her head. “No. We live by prophecies and dreams. To give things as plain as day would be to destroy that meaning. We must continue to hint.”
“But the hints we’ve given haven’t been enough,” the gray wolf sighed. She swished her tail once. “I fear. The enemy is growing stronger by the day. There isn’t much time.”
The darkest wolf studied the falling water for a moment. “I will accompany them in these hard times,” she finally barked quietly.
“Moonshine, no!” The white wolf sprang to her feet, wings beginning to spread. “I can’t allow you to leave our ranks and rejoin their world. You are one of us.”
Moonshine’s gaze didn’t waver from the white one’s. “But they need guidance. They have not discovered this sacred place, and Mystic and Bud have no where, no way to communicate to us but by dreams.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Reincarnate me, Blitz. I will serve my purpose till it is time for me to rejoin the ranks of Starpack.”
The white wolf, apparently being known by the name of Blitz, blinked once. She sighed and bowed her head. “Very well. Serve your duty to our living kin in your brief time of reliving, Moonshine.” She looked over at the gray wolf. “You will call her back when her purpose has been fulfilled.”
The gray wolf nodded.
Moonshine dipped her head as well. “Thank you, Blitz. I will do my best.”
The gray wolf wearily eyes closed for a moment. Then her dreary, silent voice sounded, like the sorrowful voice of a mourning spirit. “Brace your soul,” she murmured. “The pain of a thousand heartbreaks will overtake you during your living.”
Moonshine watched the gray wolf uneasily. “I understand, Echo. I will prepare for the worst.”
Blitz lifted her chin slightly. “Say the word, and you will live again.”
Moonshine hesitated, then closed her eyes. “Now.”
There was a blinding flash, and Moonshine tensed, feeling a wave wash over her. Blood ran through her veins, and she felt her heart beat in her chest for the first time in more moons than she could count. A faint breeze ruffled through her pelt.
She opened her eyes.
She was alone. She still sat at the edge of the pool, but she was alone. She looked down at herself. She could see her black paws, tucked neatly in front of her. She glanced at her back with a mild sigh. Her wings had vanished.
Moonshine stood and stretched out her new muscles. She ruffled her smooth velvety fur slightly, and leaned over the pool. Her reflection stared back at her.
The glowing mark on her forehead remained. Moonshine smiled slightly, and darted out of the cave, toward the Moonpack camp.