Prologue
"Whitekit? Blackkit?" The black and white tom mewed in desperation.
His black and white pelt could be seen clearly as the two other kits giggled behind the bramble bush. As the white tom with black patches brushed against the cherry tree, a rustling sound could be heard clearly. The tom twitched his ears curiously asthe sound of cracking leaves ring in the air.
"Whitekit? Blackkit?" The tom called again, this time his tone mixed with anxiety.
The pure white she-kit pocked her head out of the bush, and shook her head, wondering what had happened.
"Patchkit?" The pure white kit padded out into the open.
All was silent, besides the rustling of the tree leaves.
An ear-splitting howl pierced into the air.
"Patchkit!" The two kits were shocked by the sight before them.
The fox's glare sent shivers down the two kits' spines, robbing them of all oxygen and installing fear into them.
The two kits stood rooted to the ground. They were like fish out of water, they were helpless, hopeless. Ten kits cannot defeat the menacing fox, let alone two three moons old kits?
It was not the fox that scared them out of their wits, it was the small paw hanging out of the fox's mouth. The fox's eyes were gleaming, apparently hungry for two more delicious kittens for his lunch. It wolfed down the paw that was sticking out and licked its lips.
Snarling, the fox revealed his sharp, tiny fangs, which were enough to break a kit's bones into pieces.
"Patchkit!" Whitekit cried in agony. Her legs were shaking from fear. Fury clouded her eyes. Why is it Patchkit? Why?
The fox arched its back, ready to pounce on it's next prey. It padded closer to Whitekit, closer and closer at the kit that was too busy in her thoughts and blaming herself for her brother's death.
When realization hit the white kit, all was too late. The fox was only four squrriels' length from her, and she knew she was whiskers from StarClan.
"Cloudfern, help! I don't want to die so young, I don't want to die as a kit! Help, help!" The kit wailed for help, but to no avail. She was too far from the camp, and no patrols could hear her pleas and cries.
The fox smirked before leaping onto the wriggling kit.
Whitekit could feel the fox's jaws nearing her neck, she could imagine her bones crack. She could smell the fox's foul breath. Nobody will not help her now. She will be dead in the fox's jaws, used to fill its belly.
Whitekit shut her eyes, as she prepared for her death.
All of the sudden, the fox's weight was lifted off. The white kit scrabbled up, shivering, still recovering from the shock.
"Whitekit?"
Whitekit spun around upon hearing her name.
Am I in StarClan? The little kit thought for a moment before a spotted she-cat padded towards her.
"Welcome Whitekit, welcome to StarClan."
Those five words left Whitekit speechless, she had died too young. She wanted to become an outstanding apprentice, a noble warrior, a caring queen, a superb deputy and an awesome leader with several excellent leadership skills. She wanted to lead ThunderClan towards success, glory and their bright future. Now, she will never get her warrior name, her name ending with –star. She will never become Whitestar now, never.
The she-kit sighed, eyes flattened and flopped onto the ground.
"Whitekit? Are you feeling unwell?" The spotted she-cat asked again, this time with coconcern in her voice.
"I am dead?"
"No, who told you that?"
Whitekit looked up, exclaiming, "I am not dead! I am not dead!" The white kit leaped into the air and bounced around.
"Now, now, settle down and I have something to tell you. There will be two, kin of the wind and the sky, who will lead the clan into glory, but they will have troubles awaiting them, and if the prophecy tells the truth about the clans' future, the two cats will have to preservere the hard times, and not let the list of ambition overcome them."
The spotted cat disappeared and in her place was fog and mist.
"Whitekit! Whitekit!"
Whitekit blinked her eyes, and they icy blue eyes of a black tom met her gaze.
"Whitekit? How are you feeling?" Hollypool asked, worry clouding his eyes.
Whitekit could see her brother, Blackkit, standing there and scenting the air in fear.
"Luckily the dusk patrol found you, or you will be dead meat!" Featherfall huffed. From her tone, Whitekit knew that she will definitely get a scolding from the grumpy senior warrior.
Whitekit puffed out her cheek, and tried to defend herself, "It was..." "It was your fault that Patchkit died! If only that you didn't persuade and lead the kits out into the forest!" Harejump spat, not caring Whitekit's feelings.
The brown tabby was about to continue before Hollypool shot her a warning glare.
Hollypool carried Whitekit by her scruff and brought her back to the camp.
"Kits should not go out of the camp! Whitekit, when you went out wondering into the forest, It was a mistake. When you let your siblings tag along, it was a terrible mistake! Now Patchkit is gone, and it is all thanks to you!" Cloudfern reprimanded, with disappointment written all over her face. Whitekit hung her head low, tail dropping down onto the dust. Maplestar had just punished her to clean the elders' den for a moon. Hollypool gave her a stern warning. Silverwind, the deputy, even threatened to push off her apprentice ceremony until she is 7 moons old and knows to be sensible and not make a nuisance of herself.
Whitekit coware in fear as Aspenpaw spat right at her face, "Jinx!" This hit Whitekit's heart. Never in her life have she heard of that hostile remark, or being called at with it.
"She's a jinx!"
"Troublemaker."
"She killed her own brother!"
"She's just stupid. Never in my life had I seen such a kit."
These were the comments other cats will say about her. The incident etched on every ThunderClan cats' mind, no cat had forgotten about Patchkit's death, or the one who led him into the death trap.
Rumours were rising, trouble was brewing. Cats now simply ignored Whitekit. Queens told their kits not to near Whitekit, neither Silverwimd or Maplestqr even bother to take a look at her. The warriors kept a distance from her, even Hollypool, her father, her kin. Whitekit had no friends, other than Blackkit. But now Whitekit has seen less and less of her little brother, since Cloudfern always kept Blackkit away from his sister. For the first few moons, Blackkit was making a fuss and throwing tantrums, he wanted to see his , as moons passed by, Blackkit was used to his life as a kit, alone, with no sister or brother. Perhaps, maybe, just maybe, he had long forgotten that he had this sister, whose name is Whitekit, the kit that did not enjoy her kithood, the kit that had no companions, the kit who wanted family and love, the kit who was always alone.
"What have I done wrong?" In the past, Whitekit will hide in a corner, sobbing and grumbling after the sacarstic remark she had received. Now, she was used to it. She know that everything cannot be changed. In their minds, she will be a representative of bad luck. She know that those unkind words will follow her until she go to StarClan. She know that it is her destiny, a cat that was deemed to fail, to be the loser, to receive those comments, to be spat at.
Alliengences
ThunderClan
Leader- Maplestar ( Tortoiseshell she-cat ) Apprenitce: Sootpaw
Deputy- Silverwind ( Silver and white tom )
Medicine cat- Yarrowfoot ( Yellowish tom )
Warriors:
-Mousefang ( Brown tabby tom )
-Ratclaw ( Dark brown tabby tom ) Apprentice: Aspenpaw
-Graymist ( Gray tabby she-cat )
-Berrypatch ( White tom with blue-gray patches )
-Stormwhisker ( Striped gray she-cat )
-Lionfur ( Golden brown tom ) Apprentice: Leafpaw
-Tigerstripe ( Ginger tom with black stripes )
-Brightfall ( White she-cat with ginger patches )
-Rowanfeather ( Light brown tabby tom ) Apprentice: Frostpaw
-Spottedheart ( Spotted she-cat )
-Swiftfoot ( Sandy-colored tom )
-Sandbreeze ( Light brown she-cat with darker flecks )
-Roseflower ( Cream she-cat )
-Bluestorm ( Blue-gray tom )
-Hollypool ( Black tom )
-Firefall ( Flame-coloured she-cat )
Queens:
-Flamesmoke ( Ginger she-cat )
[ Mother to Foxkit ( Reddish tom ), Volekit ( Dark gray tom ) ]
-Cloudfern ( Pure white she-cat )
[ Mother to Whitekit ( White she-kit ), Blackkit ( Black tom ) and Patchkit ( White tom with black patches ) ]
-Foxtail ( Reddish she-cat )
[ Expecting kits ]
Apprentices:
-Sootpaw ( White tom with a black chest )
-Aspenpaw ( Dark ginger tom )
-Leafpaw ( Mottled brown she-cat )
-Frostpaw ( White she-cat )
Elders:
-Whiskerclaw ( Silver and white tom )
-Nutblaze ( Mottled gray tom )
