Breezekit's legs ached. She had been running on the moors so long, she thought she might collapse. But she didn't, for she knew she was a tough kit. Boy, Windclan is going to be so proud of me! Breezekit thought, hope flaring up in her little chest. When the whole clan found out she was missing, Breezekit knew there would be worrying. But when she got back, with the rabbit she had been hunting, they would be so proud. All of them, and she hoped Rosestar would be the proudest. Breezekit picked up a familiar scent.
The white rabbit scampered around, looking for food. Just like me, except it's for my clan, not for myself, Breezekit thought. The rabbit hopped close to Breezekit, who was hiding behind a large bush. Now! Breezekit pounced. I'm doing it! I'm doing it! Breezekit's mind screamed. Starclan is watching too, oh they'll all be so proud! Then everything vanished.
When Breezekit opened her eyes, a ghostly cat appeared in front of her. Where am I? Breezekit asked the cat. You aren't anywhere. You are just having a vision, the cat said. Who are you? Breezekit asked, bewildered. She wasn't scared, exactly, but she was confused. I am Barkface, Windclan's former medicine cat, Barkface said. Breezekit was stunned. But she used her wits to stay calm. But I thought only medicine cats could receive messages from Starclan, Breezekit said. You are smart, young kit. That is why I'm here. I am here to ask this question: would you like to be a warrior? Barkface said in a low tone. THAT question took Breezekit out of her mind.
Me? I-I Isn't it obvious? A warrior, of course! Did you not see me catch that rabbit? Breezekit exclaimed. Barkface did not answer, which made Breezekit a bit angry. I mean, I did catch it! Breezekit insisted. Again, Barkface did not reply. Breezekit now felt a bit worried. Barkface then finally spoke. Listen, dear kit. You can only change your own destiny. Not me, not Starclan, not Rosestar. Only you, alone. But are you sure you want to be a warrior? Barkface questioned. Breezekit was shocked, she KNEW what she was destined to be.
I know it will be hard to be a deputy or leader. But I WILL be a warrior! Breezekit yelled. Then, she realized she was shouting at a precious medicine cat. S-Sorry…. Breezekit muttered, ears flattening in shame. This amused Barkface. What are you sorry for, kit? You have a right to be shocked. But you have a kind heart, a heart of gold. This made Breezekit's chest swell with pride. As gold as my pelt? she asked, beaming. Yes…. Barkface started to fade. Wait! Breezekit cried. Choose your destiny wisely, Breezekit…. That was the last thing Breezekit heard before she opened her eyes.
Breezekit stared at the ground, seeing nothing. ''Where is the rabbit?!'' she yelled, shocked. Then, it all clicked. She had just simply made too much noise, which frightened the rabbit, so it ran off. That's why Barkface wouldn't answer me! Breezekit thought, disappointed. Then she wondered: Why did I have that vision? But Breezekit didn't have time to ponder right then and there, because a she-cat with a white pelt approached her.
''Breezekit!'' Brightfur exclaimed, rushing over. Then her look of relief turned to anger. ''What are you doing here? All of Windclan has been looking for you! Poor Mothflower, she has been yowling your name in worry!'' Brightfur scolded. Mama was worried about me? Mothflower didn't have faith that I would be okay? Breezekit thought, shocked once more. ''Come on, kit. Let's take you back to camp.'' Then Brightfur pounced on something small and snow-colored. The rabbit. ''At least something good came out of this,'' Brightfur said. Breezekit stared at Brightfur's catch.