Chapter 1
Oakkit peered out from the nest. It was light out. "Come on, Yellowstorm! Can't we go out to play? Please? Please please please?" Yellowstorm blinked her eyes and yawned.
"Oakkit, you should still be sleeping. Go back to bed!" Yellowstorm told him firmly. Oakkit argued,
"But it's light out!"
"You can go out when Bramblekit and Gingerkit are up." Grumbling, Oakkit settled down to wait until Bramblekit and Gingerkit got up. They weren't up until the dawn patrol was back, which took ages! "Come on, guys! We can go out to play now! Finally!" Gingerkit grunted and rolled over.
"Come on, Oakkit! We just got up."
"Fine. I'll go pick out something to eat by myself. I smell vole," he said, which happened to be Gingerkit's favorite.
"Really?"
"Would I lie?"
Gingerkit leaped onto him. They tussled until Bramblekit said,
"Let's go then, if all you too are going to do is argue."
"Yeah!" Gingerkit and Oakkit answered.
Gingerkit said," Race you to the fresh-kill pile! Go!" Oakkit leapt up and ran as fast as he could to the fresh- kill pile, with Gingerkit and Bramblekit close behind.
He leaped onto it and yowled,"I won!"
"Whoa there. Slow down!" a voice coming from above him said. Oakkit looked up. A light brown tom with streaks of bluish-gray was looking at him." You must be Oakkit. And you are Gingerkit, and Bramblekit is hiding behind you. I'm Jayflight, your father. Yellowstorm!" he yowled to their mother. "Oakkit was trying to climb the fresh-kill pile."
"I was not!" Oakkit said. "We were racing to the fresh-kill pile!"
"Yeah!" Gingerkit added.
"Take no notice, kits. Your father likes to tease," Yellowstorm purred, coming up behind them.
"Yellowstorm!" Oakkit purred joyfully.
"Hello, Oakkit, Gingerkit, Bramblekit. I see you've met your father. Ahh!" she yelped as Bramblekit pounced on her tail. "Back to the nursery with you!"
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That night, Oakkit couldn't sleep. He finally got to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, he found himself in the middle of a dark forest. "Hello? Anyone here?" A voice responded out of the shadows. "Hello, Oakkit." A powerful looking tom emerged from the trees.
"Who are you?" Oakkit said curiously.
"I am Shadowwind, former deputy of Duskclan," the tom replied coolly.
"Then why are you talking to me?" Oakkit meowed.
"Oh, I chose well. This one's got spunk," Shadowwind muttered.
"I have ears, you know," Oakkit snapped, flicking his tail idly back and forth.
"Do you want to start training early?" Shadowwind asked sharply.
Oakkit gasped. "Do I want to start training early? Are you crazy? Of course I want to start training early! All kits do!" He exclaimed.
"Then let's begin."