Prologue

Leopardkit opened her eyes and looked around the den. Everyone was already wide awake. Her littermates, Tigerkit and Lionkit, were wrestling over at the entrance to the waited patiently for the two of them to move so she could get through. Leopardkit noticed the bundle of herbs in Sweetflower's mouth. She immediately sniffed the air.

Borage leaves.

They were probably for Winterfire, who didn't have a lot milk when her kits were born yesterday.

Leopardkit ran over towards Sweetflower. She skidded to a halt in front of her brothers.

"Move," she ordered. Tigerkit and Lionkit stopped their playfighting. They took one look at Sweetflower and moved out of the way, only to resume their playfighting.

"Thank you young Leopardkit," Sweetflower purred. "You got those two rascals out of the way. But you shouldn't have used such a tone with them." Leopardkit dipped her head in embarassment. She was just trying to help... But there was still a chance to start off a good day~!

"Borage to help Winterfire?" she asked innocently. Sweetflower turned her head slightly to look at the small kit. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to dig into Leopardkit's soul.

"Yes," she meowed in surprise. "How did you know?"

"I smelled the air when you were stuck in the tunnel," shrugged Leopardkit. At this Sweetflower purred.

"You will make a great medicine cat." Before Leopardkit could say another word Sweetflower walked over to where Winterfire lay.

Leopardkit just stayed where she was, frozen to the ground. Sweetflower had said she would make a great medicine cat~! This was amazing~!

It took Leopardkit a moment or two to realize that Sweetflower was staring at her. Leopardkit cocked her head to the side in silent question.

"Are you going to help me make this poultice?" Sweetflower asked. Leopardkit jumped up in happiness and rushed over to help.

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Tigerkit stared at his sister with disbelief. She wanted to be a medicine cat? What was with that? Surely hunting and fighting for the clan as a warrior was a much more suitable choice.

He snorted in disgust and began cleaning his striped pelt. He and his littermates were named after the three great clans. LionClan, LeopardClan, and TigerClan. But why did he have to be named after TigerClan? Sure he looked alot like a tiger and all but... TigerClan was horrible~! Their entire history was filled with jealousy, greed, and deceit. Why did LionClan and LeopardClan get the amazing histories?

Tigerkit sighed and padded out of the nursery. It was times like these he went to see Fleetwhisker, the cat whom he wished to have mentor him in a moon's time.

Fleetwhisker was a gentle she-cat. She listened to Tigerkit's problems without complaint. Unlike the rest of the clan, Fleetwhisker hunted only at night. It made sense, seeing as her pitch black pelt blended in the best at that time.

Soon enough Tigertkit found her. She was resting beneathe High Rock, her pelt rising and falling softly.

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Lionkit ran around in circles outside the nursery. His siblings were too busy to play with him so Lionkit decided on a game of "chase your tail".

No matter what, Lionkit's tail remained out of reach. He growled and ran faster. Soon enough he became extremely dizzy and slowed his pace. Everything spun in circles.

Lionkit padded forward, unsure where he was heading. He was too dizzy to see straight. There seemed to be four elders dens and at least ten medicine cat dens.

Still the dark kit staggered forward only to fall with a loud thump after only afew short tail lengths.

"Ouch~!" a grumpy voice shouted in pain. Lionkit shook his head to clear away the dizziness. Mooneye glared at him from her pale green eye. The other one had been bitten out by a dog last moon, causing the she-cat to reitre to the elders den.

"Sorry~!" Lionkit said quickly. The she-cat simply grunted and went back to sleep. Lionkit was about to leave when a low, gruff voice stopped him.

"Lionkit is it?" Greyjaw's voice asked. Lionkit turned around to face the elder and dipped his head in respect.

"What is it?" the dark kit asked. Greyjaw purred at Lionkit's attempt at acting grown up.

"Would you like to hear a story young one?" Greyjaw asked. Lionkit's ears perked up and his tail flicked in excitement.

"Yes~!" Lionkit meowed loudly. But one thing bothered him. "Why did you ask me that after I fell on top of Mooneye?" After all, falling on an elder hardly deserved a story. At this Greyjaw's voice dropped to a whisper.

"Can you keep a secret?" He asked mysteriously. Lionkit firmly nodded his head. "Good. The truth is that I was waiting for a careless kit to fall on top of that grumpy fur ball." Greyjaw winked and Lionkit couldn't help but laugh. He doubted he would ever understand the elders.

"What was it I was about to tell you again?" The elder asked in sudden confusion. Lionkit rolled his eyes at Grayjaw's amnesia, forgetting to show respect.

"You were going to tell me a story," Lionkit purred. Greyjaw blinked in irritation.

"I knew that youngin'~!" Greyjaw protested. After a moment his eyes softened. "This was a story told to me by a Rouge." Lionkit's eyes widened in surprise. A Rouge? Lionkit was related to someone who listened to stories told by Rouge cats? Greyjaw seemed to understand what was going through Lionkit's mind because he immediately interupted those thoughts. "Indeed youngin'. I learned this story from your grandmother. Is there a problem with that?" Now Lionkit's eyes felt like they were going to pop from his skull. He was related to a Rouge? More importantly, Greyjaw had actually chosen a Rouge to be his mate?

"Do you want to hear this story or not?" Greyjaw asked. Lionkit hesitated before answering. Did he really want to hear a story that was heard from a rouge? Then again, the fact that Greyjaw mated with a rouge meant that Lionkit himself was a rouge. Different emotions mixed within Lionkit. It took him a long time to realize that Greyjaw was staring at him expectantly.

"S-Sure," Lionkit muttered. Greyjaw seemed to understand the uncertainty that held the kit.

"Well then let me tell you the story about Nightcatcher, the dark prince of LionClan," Greyjaw began, his voice dropping to a low, soft voice that was often used for story telling. "It was many many seasons before the four clans walked the earth. The clans of the great cats were living in peace..."

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Okay...... I would like to point something out. I am entirely aware that I capitalized some of the Rouge words but not all. Who cares. That was just cause I was not sure if I should or shouldnt capitalize them so I did both. AND AND AND This one is about LionClan as you may have guessed already...... Yes. His name is Lionkit even though he has a pitch black pelt. I just thought that dark would work better for description...... He is a Maine Coon if that explains it at all... Well half Maine Coon. His brother and sister didn't get that part.....