Summery: A young female cat named Moonkit has a special power. But when she becomes an apprentice, an evil cat in the lands where no StarClan walks, he enters her dreams in order to form that power for evil. Will she learn to use them for good before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does. But I wish I did.
Notes/Side notes: This is in the Power Of Three series. The first book: The Sight. And Whitewing is her mother. Ashfur is her father. I'm not sure if they really did mate, but in my story they do, so meh.
Moonkit sighed as Lionkit pounces on a leaf.
"Ha! Hollykit, I can capture a leaf better than you!" Lionkit yelled. He and Hollykit were having a contest to see who had the best skills to capture a leaf.
"Nuh-uh! You caught 'cause it was near the ground!" Daisy shushed them for being too loud. While Jaykit was sitting around listening for his mother.
"Hey Moonkit! Wanna play?" Lionkit yelled to her. "We need a referee!" Moonkit looked up at her mother, hoping she could play with him. Her mother nodded, and Moonkit bounded off into the other side where Lionkit and Hollykit were. Moonkit and Hollykit rubbed their muzzles together. They were best of friends.
"Hey Lionkit, are we gonna play yet?" Moonkit asked in her squeaky voice.
"OK, I'm first, Hollykit!"
"Darn, but you went first already!"
"Moonkit, why don't you decide who'll go first?" Daisy suggested.
"OK! I will decide who'll go first... Jaykit, do you want to play?"
"Ok."
"Then Jaykit will go first, then Hollykit, then Lionkit." She decided. Soon, her Father came along and licked Moonkit between the ears.
"Hi Moonkit!"
"Hi Ashfur." She said, looking up at her father.
"Not much until you guys become apprentices, right?"
"Yeah!" Lionkit boasted.
"Good luck, then." He padded over the camp, and into the warrior's den. To be honest, even though this place was comfortable, she couldn't wait to get out of here and sleep with the other apprentices.
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After a day of playing, Moonkit was awfully tired. She snuggled into her mother's warm fur and drifted off to sleep.
Lush, green grass covered her. She was walking around, trying to see where she was. Her ears pricked up at the sound of rustling.
"C-come out and s-show yourself!" She said, trying to be strong.
"Don't worry, little one." A she-cat with tortoiseshell fur with a sweet scent said.
"W-who are you?"
"I am Spottedleaf. A medicine cat from StarClan. When I was alive I was a medicine cat for ThunderClan when Firestar first came here."
"W-what do you want from me?"
"I am here to warn you." Then, her soft voice dropped to a soft murmuring, so soft that Moonkit has to strain her ears to hear. "A cat so white has a power that could be used to alter and destroy someone's destiny on a full moon."
"But... what does that mean?" But Spottedleaf was already fading.
"Beware of those who are not StarClan in your dreams, little one." She said, her voice fading away.
She woke with a startled movement, and was confused. 'Beware of those who are not StarClan?' She longed to ask Spottedleaf what she meant, but only her very faint sweet scent lingered around her.
