First Warriors fanfic!

Prologue

Kestrelleg P.O.V.

Kestrelleg paced outside, flinching at the sounds of his mates cries. Finally a tired looking Ivynose padded out. "Three toms and two she-cats. Go on in," she yawned.

Kestrelleg practically sprinted in. His mate, Fernfoot, was licking them tiredly. "I have some names, if you don't mind, Kestrelleg." The excited tom shook his head - there would be other litters. "This one-" she pointed to a large fiery orange tom, "is Firekit. The black she-cat will be Ravenkit, these two, the other she-kit and dusty colored tom will be Sandkit and Dustkit. The final tom is Graykit."

Kestrelleg looked on to his kits with confusion. The names were. . . familiar, he just couldn't place on why.

He slowly trudged outside after murmuring about how cute they were to Fernfoot. His thoughts were pushed out of the way when Blackleaf, Ivynose's apprentice, raced out to him with jumpy fear in her eyes. "Ivynose had a prophecy!" she breathed. "And I think it's about your kits! But now she's on the floor and her eyes were green and - "

Kestrelleg stopped her, saying, "Okay, that isn't good about your mentor, but what was the prophecy?" The small she-cat looked away. "Uh, it's pretty bad and stuff, but -"

"What is the prophecy?!"

Blackleaf reeled back, obviously startled from his outburst. "It-it told of destruction, but I think it was only a warning. It went, the storm of fire shall burn through the dead desert of dust and sand stones, while the raven with the poppies in it's claws caws overhead, and the gray leaves crumbles and float through the air of thunder. What does it mean, Kestrelleg?!"

The deputy pursed his lips and looked away. "Ask Ivy. . . actually, you go see if she's alright. I'll go tell Pebblestar." The two hurried off to their respected dens.

Pebblestar didn't take it well. He gnashed his teeth together, growling. "This means the end of ThunderClan. I'm sorry, I know these are your kits, but they have to go. I have to protect the Clan."

"Blackleaf said it might just be a warning," interjected Kestrelleg. Though there was a prophecy that these kits could destroy ThunderClan, they were still his kits. "We could just watch them, instead."

Pebblestar frowned; this didn't please him. "I suppose we should give them a chance. Well, go see how they're doing." Kestrelleg bowed his head and backed out, but didn't go to the nursery. He instead wandered out of camp, staring at the bare trees. What was he going to do?

Blackleaf P.O.V.

Blackleaf brought the wet clump of moss to Ivynose's mouth as she groaned in pain. The black apprentice turned away instead of facing the truth - Ivynose probably wouldn't survive.

As she trundled out to dispose of the damp but useless mossball, she mulled over what it would be like to be main medicine cat if Ivynose. . . passed on. Definitely less freedom and time. Blackleaf would have to divide her time more, and it would be costly, especially in battle.

Her thoughts turned to the new kits. At the moment they were the only kits in the nursery; Foxfur was due in a moon. But their names. . . Pebblestar and Kestrelleg didn't realize it, but they were named after some old cats from ThunderClan legend; heroes.

She sighed, why was being a medicine such a big responsibility? Why did it have to be one or two cats' job, not several?

Blackleaf's head snapped up as Thornheart stumbled up to her. "Ivynose. . . not well. . . need you," she gasped, as if she had sprinted the whole way. The medicine cat apprentice's eyes went round.

As she ran, her feet hardly touched the ground, and the trees were just a blur. Ivynose wasn't just a mentor, but a replacement mother, after Blackleaf's birth one died, along with her two littermates, Petalkit and Drykit, and their father, leaving their sole family member harshly alone in the world.

The world was spinning when Blackleaf got to camp, but it didn't matter when the retired medicine cat elder exited the den meant for healing, his tail trailing the ground as he shook his head sadly. "I don't know what got her. It must have been to much strain on her heart. I'm sorry. I know what she meant to you."

The small she-cat entered, trembling. All hope flew out the window when she saw the crumpled up body on the ground, cold and lifeless. Blackleaf rushed to it, sobbing.

"Why, Ivynose? Why?!" For a while, nothing could comfort her. Pebblestar looked on from the shadows of the den with sorrow; this was truly a tragedy.

The broad-shouldered tom jumped as he turned around, seeing a StarClan cat that appeared silently. "Beware the kits, Pebblestar," the wrinkled she-cat boomed. "But treat them like the others. Even we cannot see what will happen."

Pebblestar nodded with fear, the dead were enough to make even him quiver. "I-I will. Don't worry." The old StarClan elder snorted. "Unfortunately, we don't have much faith in you. We have told another cat in this clan. . . and one outside of it." She melted away to nothing, leaving the rigid leader standing in the fading light in shock.

I made Ravenkit a she-cat because I felt that when she chose to give up a part of her soul, she decided she would feel more comfortable as a female.

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