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"I'm sorry, Ravenpaw, but Cody is dead."
Barley's words rang in Ravenpaw's ears as he stared at the three kits. It had been about five moons since they were born, their mother dying during birth. They were his kits. He wished he could still feel her fur, her soft voice ringing as she spoke of Leafpaw, the young medicine cat apprentice she had befriended while stuck in the twoleg prison, as she had always called it. Ravenpaw wondered where Leafpaw and her family were, how they were. After all, her father was his best friend. Firestar had taken him here as an apprentice, to escape his mentor's evil attempts to kill him for knowing too much, that he had killed ThunderClan's deputy. Ravenpaw could never thank Firestar enough for it. He could never thank Barley enough for allowing him to stay.
Now, everything he had known was gone. Cody was dead, Barley had grown old and died. The Clans had left for a new home when twolegs destroyed the forest.
"If only they knew. If only they knew it would stop, only go a short distance into the territories. I wish someone could have seen it before it was too late." He sighed to himself. A pale ginger she-cat with a white paw and tail-tip stared up at her father, her blue eyes dancing as her mother's once did.
"What do you mean Papa?" She asked. Her voice was soft.
"Nothing, Leafkit." Ravenpaw sighed. The kit didn't seem to buy it, but she shrugged and pounced on her sister, a pure black she-cat with a single white paw. She hissed and through her off, beginning a play fight that grew into a play battle as the third she-cat joined in. She was identical to her father with the same frost blue eyes as her sister.
"Jaykit, we never said you could play!" Leafkit hissed, pinning her down.
"But-" The other black kit hissed and Jaykit jumped into a pile of hay, where she curled up and sadly watched the play fight.
"Ravenpaw, are you in there?" The familiar voice was a welcome one. Ravenpaw mewed a greeting and the familiar she-cat walked in. She looked a lot like her brother, the ThunderClan leader who had taken the Clans wherever they had gone. Ravenpaw greeted her by touching her nose gently as she entered.
"How are you?" He asked.
"I am fine, but I'm afraid my twolegs are moving. I-I either go with them, or never go back to them. They are moving far away, to some old cabin by a lake." She mewed regretfully. Ravenpaw understood. He was about to loose another mate. His last one had died, but this one was abandoning him, just like that!
"Oh. Then I guess it is goodbye." He mewed sadly, stalking up to a bale of hay near Jaykit and preparing to leap up. Jaykit watched on in silence, confused at what was going on. Princess looked taken aback.
"What made you think I was going with them? Did you really think I would just leave you all alone?" Ravenpaw paused and stared back at her, his ears perked.
"Your staying?" He asked disbelievingly. Princess nodded.
"If you will let me. Not only do I want to stay with you, but these kits need someone around here to look after them when you can't." She mewed. Ravenpaw nodded with a sigh. Even with Princess around, they would be a handful. When Barley was alive, they had still barely kept up with the kits. It would take more then just two cats. This was one of the times Ravenpaw wished he was back in ThunderClan, where each queen would share the duty of watching kits.
Ravenpaw curled up next to the familiar figure of Princess and the kits. The barn seemed dark and mysterious; unsafe, yet he knew it was safe. He let his eyes close, forbidding the darkness and loneliness to flow over him. It wasn't long before he was asleep.
Ravenpaw awoke at the bank of a shining pool. Starlight seemed to linger on its still surface. It remained motionless, clearly reflecting his figure, even though a rough breeze tugged threateningly at his pelt. He winced as he slid, his barn-soft pads cracking against the smooth rocks. He stared back into the pool. Another shape joined his, a familiar blue-gray cat he would never forget. He turned to see her watching from a distance. He gazed back into the pool, but her face had gone from the depths.
"B-Bluestar?" He stammered. The she-cat purred in amusement.
"Of course, Ravenpaw. I have brought a message for you. Stars have gathered above a lonely place, were a single Clan searches for those who were once there. One must become two, or all eight Clans will be destroyed." She whispered, so low Ravenpaw had to perk his ears to listen.
"What do you mean?" He asked. There were five clans; ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan and StarClan. Who on Earth could be the sixth and seventh Clans?
But Bluestar never answered.