Bloo Starr
Winza's visions had yet to interfere with his life. Most were brief, peaceful, and came to him in his dreams. A far cry from the horrors his sister faced with her second sight.
He could never tell whether it was the future, past, or present that he glimpsed. The number of times he had come to see these things play out before his own eyes he could count on the toes of one paw. The vision he'd experienced right before the sun rose he expected to be no different.
But when Winza started to look -- really look -- around him as he headed for the watering hole that morning, everything was familiar. That tree. That rock. That hare running through the grasses that frantically ran away from him.
If his suspicions were correct, there would be a pretty orange lioness having a drink.
