This is my first ever Warriors Story, so I don't think it'll be any good. But meh, whatever. Please read and Review, and crit would be nice. It's rated T just in case, because knowing me I'll get carried away with putting lots of blood. Yes, I'm wierd.

Anyways, Enjoy the story!

Black Fire

Being a Kittypet was no fun to the small black cat that sat on a windowsill. There was nothing that was dangerous to attempt, no battles to fight, no prey to catch. The black furred Kittypet that sat near the window was staring out the window at the forest beyond, and sometimes when she went outside, she heard the yowls and screeches of battling cats. But she was too much of a coward to actually put a paw in the forest. She always feared being attacked and killed. But she still wanted the excitement of battle, the thrill of tearing another cat's fur off and chasing them away from battle. Though she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she were on of the cats getting their fur torn.

She heard her Twolegs calling her, and she leapt off the windowsill, hoping that she could go outside. When she saw the large door of the nest open, she dashed towards it, excitement prickling in her paws. But before she could even make it a fox-length towards the door, she was scooped up by one of the Twolegs. She was stunned for a moment, but soon after, she started struggling and trying to claw the Twoleg, yowling as it carried her towards the door.

"Put me down!" She yowled, finally managing to scratch the Twoleg with a hiss, and dashing out the door. She hated it when her Twolegs picked her up! She skidded to a stop once she realized that she was in the Twoleg's garden. She let out a sigh or relief as she wandered deeper into the garden and underneath a bush that was a few fox-lengths away from the forest. She gazed wonderingly at it, curious to know what lay hidden in its depths. Just then, there was a small mewling sound in the forest, like a kit's desperate cry for its mother. The Kittypet crept closer and out into the open, walking on light paws towards the mewling sound. She blinked a few times out of confusion, and the mewling sound grew louder and she grew closer. As she entered the forest, she saw a small black kit in front of her, which looked like a newborn kit by its size, mewling loudly and pitifully. How come the Twolegs or any of the cats in the forest couldn't hear this?

"Little kit, are you lost?" She asked politely, and the kit looked up at her with large, unnaturally red eyes. As the Kittypet stared back, it felt like icy claws had stricken her everywhere, leaving wounds that burned like fire. She gasped as a cloud of icy breath escaped her mouth and the kit's at the same time. What was happening to her and the kit?

Then, all of a sudden, it felt as if the large, icy talons of a hawk had gripped her, and her body was seized and fell limp, but she was still alive. As the kit's red eyes and the Kittypet's pale blue eyes met, time seemed to freeze. The barking of the dogs in the Twoleg nests stopped, the rustle of the wind in the leaves stopped, and it seemed as if the entire world were holding its breath. Suddenly, a bright flash from the sky brought the world back to life, except for the two cats that were look-alikes, except for their size, and their eyes. Stars were shooting across the sky now, making crisscrossed 'X' shaped in the sky. It seemed as if the Kittypet and the forest kit were now in the same body, like their souls had merged. The large moon was reflected the Kittypet's and kit's eyes, like they were pools of red and blue. Their black fur was glowing in the dark, and the forest became silver in the moonlight.

"MoonClan..." The Kittypet said.

"FireClan..." The kit said in its small voice.

As the two cats said these two words, the Kittypet vanished somehow, leaving the kit alone again, wailing.

But something was different about this kit. Instead of both eyes being red, one of its eyes was a pale blue.

"My kit! Blackit it missing!" A smoky-gray she-cat yowled, dashing around the clearing of FireClan's camp. Her yowling seemed to set of some sort of alarm, because more cats ran into the clearing, searching for the little black kit.

"Shinetail, you search near Twolegplace! Shadefur, you search near TallRocks! Everyone else, stay in camp and search here!" A large white-furred she-cat yowled.

"Yes, Snowfur!" the two cats, Shinetail and Shadefur meowed, dashing off into the directions they were told to go.

"Smokefur, make sure that the rest of your kits are in the nursery, and make sure that the other kits don't leave." Snowfur mewed calmly to the gray she-cat who was searching frantically for her kit. She nodded and dashed into the nursery.

"Where could those kits be?" Snowfur wondered to herself, running to search in the warriors' den.

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A silver cat raced through the woods towards Twolegplace, calling out.

"Blackit! Blackit, where are you?" A small mewling sound met her words, and she dashed towards it. She saw the little black kit at the edge of the forest. She nudged the little black kit, which looked up at her with large red and blue eyes. Shinetail looked at the kit, puzzled at the color of its eyes, but shook it off and picked the kit up by the scruff and ran towards FireClan's camp. As she ran, the kit dangling from her jaws and silent as it looked ahead, she couldn't help but wonder why this kit's eyes were two different colors, and odd colors at that. But as she made it back into camp, every eye turned towards her and the black kit.

"Blackit!" Smokefur yowled, bursting into the clearing as Shinetail put the kit down in front of her, sitting and curling her tail over her paws. But there was a frown on her face and a distant look in her eyes. Was she the only one who noticed that this kit had two different colored eyes? Or was it that nobody else realized that one of the kit's red eyes had changed color? Something had happened to this kit, and that was evident because it wasn't a different kit. It was Blackit, her scent and the scent of FireClan on her fur. Something wasn't right.

MoonClan, is this a prophecy? She asked silently as more cats crowded around Blackit.