This takes place curing the eclipse in 'Eclipse'. I actually just added an OC into the story, weaving her in. But please, read! And don't forget to review!

I was very uncomfortable. Shifting around on my seat, which looked like I was sitting on darkness. Which I was. All around me it was just darkness, except for one part of my vision. It looked as if something was playing out, like I had a view of something.

It was a stone hollow, carved out rock, with a lot of cats in it. Cats had dens in the clefts underneath some rock overhangs, dens carved out of the rock. Lichen and bracken and thorns and brambles created screens and barriers, blocking exits out of the hollow and into some dens. Cats seemed in a panic.

But I couldn't focus on those cats. All around me there were more, staring at me from the darkness that concealed me. They observed me like a I was a piece of prey, ready to be caught. Only the glimmer of their eyes could be seen through the black.

I turned around, and looked into a pair of those eyes. They were wide and blue, like a young she-cat's. Once again, I was compelled to wonder and wonder where these cats where from, and who they were. Who I was.

The blue eyes turned from me and onto the scene unfolding before me, the stone hollow. I shifted my attention back to it, only to find myself being swallowed in darkness.

But before my senses were cut off, I felt whispers in my mind, made up of many voices to form one. On the night of no light, the one with the power of the sight shall fall unto them.

Then the darkness.

The camp felt empty. Only a pawful of warriors remained in camp; Graystripe, Whitewing, and Icepaw. Longtail, Mousefur, Rosekit, Toadkit, Millie, her kits, and Daisy were all huddled in the leaders den. Brightheart was prowling the clearing, swishing her tail; wishing she was in battle. Cinderpaw and her injured leg was sitting in the clearing, whining. Jaypaw was in the nursery with Leafpool and Ferncloud, Ferncloud in the middle of her kitting.

Quickly Jaypaw recalled the havoc that had just happened. WindClan had attacked the camp in a quick flurry of claws. Before that, a strange loner named Sol wandered into the camp and told them that the sun would disappear. Now, on a moonless night, Ferncloud was kitting, with only three warriors in camp. The rest had gone out to battle with WindClan outside their territory, and now Jaypaw could hear their battle cries through his acute hearing.

Ferncloud let out a gasp. Jaypaw lay a paw onto her belly; it was fairly small. He figured that maybe only one or two kits would come tonight, but only if this loud she-cat would stop yowling and squirming.

"Stop squirming! Great StarClan, one would think you'd never have kitted before!" He hissed his annoyance at Ferncloud.

Leafpool looked more taken aback than Ferncloud. "Jaypaw, that was rude! Apologize, this instant!" She ordered like a mother.

But before he could spat back a response, Ferncloud let out another yowl of pain. He felt her belly move beneath his paws; the first kit must be coming. He braced himself for more yowling as Leafpool encouraged the queen to push. She did so, and then silence for a moment. But not for long.

Yowls of terror came from the clearing. Jaypaw heard Icepaw screech in horror, and heard her paws patter wildly on the ground beneath. Whitewing shrieked in horror, and Graystripe yowled. Brightheart also shrieked, and Cinderpaw gasped. He head Mousefur grumble and then gasp, and Daisy wail, fretting the kits.

"What's wrong?" called Jaypaw as he scurried into the clearing. For once, he wished he wasn't sightless.

Graystripe was still gasping. "The-the sun disappeared!"

Jaypaw was shocked. His jaws were open. Graystripe continued, seeing his face. "The morning sun was just swallowed by a giant black disc!"

Before Jaypaw could answer, he heard Ferncloud wail through her pain. "It's a sign from StarClan!"

He gritted his teeth, and scented the air. Yes, it had definitely gotten darker. That he could tell. Suddenly Leafpool's voice called him back to the nursery. "Jaypaw? Get in here!" Grumbling to himself, the blind apprentice turned and headed to the smell of the nursery.

He scented Ferncloud, who as still breathing heavily. She still hadn't had her kit yet. "Easy now, Ferncloud. It's only this one kit." She murmured to the queen, who sounded exhausted. Jaypaw was thankful for just one kit; this queen may not be able to handle the pain of a second.

Her muscles tightened, Jaypaw could tell the kit was coming. She gasped in agony, and suddenly the kit had plopped out. Leafpool tended to it, and Jaypaw suddenly felt his mind plunge into a stranger darkness than just being blind. Then, a scene was before him.

He was standing on a rocky slope, and he could see. That was what he noticed first. Before him he saw a lean, fluffy dark she-cat, with black fur, everywhere. It was an endless black, forever. Her fur wasn't as fluffy as Hollypaw's though. She had strange eyes; rose colored. She was standing, and in the distance Jaypaw heard whispers carried by the breeze, and the scent of a flower.

Suddenly Jaypaw was back in the familiar darkness once more. He shook his head, trying to clear it; he just probably saw something about the newborn kit. That's what his powers would do.

Leafpool's calm voice shattered his thoughts. "Why don't we name her Nightkit? For her fur, and that she was born in the night, which was actually the day." Ferncloud murmured her approval, and started suckling her only kit. Jaypaw was to busy focusing on his vision. What did it mean?

He looked to the sky, wishing he could see. But, before he could think those bitter wishes once again, cats started rushing into camp. Wails were carried into camp by the dead breeze, paws thundering into the camp.

"Where did the sun go?"

"What's happening?"

"Did StarClan abandon us?"

Wails like these were echoing around the camp; the cats from the battle had returned. Jaypaw could smell fresh blood; it had been a ferocious fight by the stench of it. These cats were right; did StarClan abandon them? They gave the clans no warning about the disappearing-

Jaypaw suddenly froze.

No. They did. Well, StarClan didn't. But that loner, Sol did. Sol said he didn't know of StarClan, that it was just a myth for kits. Like Mothwing. And he knew about the sun disappearing. Not StarClan. He spoke of the coming darkness in the future, but no one had listened. They should've.

Dustpelt soared past Jaypaw and into the nursery-Jaypaw could hear the breeze go by him and detected the warrior's scent-where Ferncloud was with their newborn kit. Jaypaw heard him coo and say how cute the kit was, and compliment that Nightkit was a great name.

Then Lionpaw and Hollypaw were next to him. He felt a rush of comfort-his siblings were alive and well. Lionpaw didn't have a scratch on him, and Hollypaw wasn't horribly clawed. "Has the sun really disappeared?" He asked his siblings, fearing the answer.

Hollypaw answered. "Yes, it has. Everything is dark."

Jaypaw suddenly had an idea that crept into him, although he didn't welcome it. "Like-like the night?" His mind flashed back to ThunderClan's latest kit.

Hollypaw seemed confused at his fear from the question, but she nodded. "Yeah. Everything's dark, except for a small ring of fire around where the sun would be. It's more like dusk, though."

Jaypaw suddenly felt nervous. That new kit-she was born during now, during the night that had been the day. What was that vision he just saw? Did it indicate trouble to come from the little kit? Jaypaw really hoped not. He turned around, back at the nursery, only to stare at blindly. Why was he blind? It was so unfair! Jaypaw yowled to himself in frustration.

It was still darkness, but I tried adjusting to it, hoping to see those familiar faces. But nothing. I didn't see the shiny cats, like last time, except for darkness. But I heard great whispering. I wished it would stop, but I didn't know who to make out the prayer too. For more than the first time, I wondered why I was here.

My more than competent mind could handle most things, but they didn't know it. I think I will let them; after all, they need to know I'm here. I'm for them. That's why I was given. To offer my help.

I hoped I would start seeing my familiar and friendly faces soon. I missed them, and the darkness was unwelcoming. The whispering sounded like another language, another time. It made me nervous. I had been through the whispering many times over, but each day, they seemed to get stronger, more urgent. I didn't know what they were saying, but I had a feeling they were calling out to me. I wished one of those familiar friends would come help me, but, for now, I was on my own, in this new world.