Bloodfang's Prophecy

Chapter 1

"Hey, look! A kit!"

It had been three seasons since twolegs took over the lake and the clans were forced to move again. When they arived at their new home, they saw that the fifth clan, Skyclan, were living on top of a large hill. Starclan told the 4 original clans they had to change their names. Thunderclan to Sunclan, Shadowclan to Moonclan, Windclan to Breezeclan, and Riverclan to Iceclan. Skyclan did not receive these mesages and did not change their name.

"A kit? Where?"

The Skyclan border patrol was now racing down the hill

"Nightfur! Get Featherheart now!", yowled Robinwing, the Skyclan deputy.

Nightfur ran up the mountain twords the camp. "Featherheart come quick! There's a half-dead kit near the border with Moonclan!", he exclaimed, his words falling out almost on top of each other. Featherheart was Skyclan's medicine cat so it was her job to help the injured and talk to Starclan. She grabbed some herbs. "Okay, lets see what I can do.", she tried to say calmly but anxiety flooded over her. Will the kit be alright? What's wrong with it? Where did it come from?

Featherheart had been medicine cat for about 2 moons and she wasn't taking it well. She was always worried she would mess something up, even when Wolfstar, Skyclan's leader, told her how important she was to the clan.

Nightfur and Featherheart were nearing the Moonclan border. When they reached the border patrol, Featherheart ran ahead. "We didn't move her but she looks like she's bleeding.", meowed Robinwing. Featherheart carefully rolled the kit over.

"Dear Starclan! She is bleeding!"

All the cats looked at Featherheart.

"L-Lets take her to camp. I'll look at her there."

Nightfur and Featherheart were carrying the kit to camp

"Featherheart, will she be okay?"

Featherheart didnt answer him. How could she? For all she knew, the kit was dead!

She began to run up the hill.

"Wait up!"

Featherheart ran faster and faster untill she reached the top where she let go of the kit and skidded into the stream running through the camp.

Nightfur carried the kit to Featherheart's den, with a soking wet medicine cat following. Featherheart examined the kit more closly. After checking its heartbeat and breathing, she made her decision.

"She's dead."