Silent paws crept through the forest of StarClan, stopping beside a pool. Bluestar tapped her tail with impatience as she saw the last of them gather around the pool. "You're late, Snowfeather."

I dipped my head in respect. "I'm sorry Bluestar, I've just been agitated lately." I sat down on Bluestar's right side and curled my tail around my paws. I saw two young warriors across the pool from me whisper to one another. I knew they were talking about my face, the long scar that had cost me my right eye. I glared at them with my one good eye and they hushed instantly. I smirked with satisfaction.

Bluestar cleared her throat. "We all know why we're here tonight, it's because of a new prophecy. A kit was born just last sunrise and has been born with a noble destiny."

"Which clan is he from?" Deadfoot inquired.

Bluestar hesitated. I knew she was reluctant to speak of the kit's origins. "The kit is half-kittypet." Bluestar finally announced.

Murmurs and gasps went around the pool.

"Silence!" Redtail yowled. "Who are we to judge a cat by its blood-line? It has been proven that kittypets can become warriors."

"Given a strong, willful spirit and proper training." Lionheart pointed out.

"What clan does the kit dwell with?" Spottedleaf said thoughtfully.

"The kit was born of RiverClan, but yet sleeps in the ThunderClan nursery." I mumbled.

"How did this happen?" Silverstream meowed.

"Tigerswim thought it would be best for the kit to live in ThunderClan, since they are so open to outsiders." I explained.

"Tigerswim?" A RiverClan elder murmured. "He's a decent warrior."

"ThunderClan is not open to outsiders!" Runningwind protested. "Just simply kinder and willing to give cats a chance."

I flattened my ears, losing my patience, which I did quite easily. "I wasn't implying that ThunderClan was weak."

Bluestar yowled. "Please, everyone, come to order! We are gathered tonight to gather information of this kit."

"Is the young one to be brought up as a warrior, or medicine cat?" Spottedleaf asked.

Yellowfang meowed gruffly. "Destined to be one of the greatest warriors in the history of the clans."

Bluestar looked at me briefly, then back to the cats. "The kit is destined for greatness, but with greatness, comes responsibility. We shall not interfere with this young one's training, if she is truly the one spoken of in the prophecy, then she will have to discover her own power."

I yowled with surprise. "Y-you're not going to help her?"

"You heard Bluestar," Yellowfang growled.

I yowled with dismay. "She's just a kit, she doesn't even have any family in ThunderClan! How will she use her power and know how to use it for the good of the clans?"

"She?" Redtail meowed with surprise.

Bluestar nodded. "Rainkit of ThunderClan. For the moment, we shall wait and see to observe how loyal a warrior she is. Then, in time, we may guide her."

Spottedleaf nodded. "Agreed."

Silverstream, who was sitting next to me, nuzzled me comfortingly. "She'll be fine, Snowfeather,"

I worked up a small smile and purred softly. "I hope so, Silverstream."