CHAPTER 1
"May all cats old enough to climb the mountains gather around the Jagged Peak for a clan announcement!" Streamkit mewled as her mother gently stood up from the nest. Grasping for her mother, she squirmed her way towards where she thought her mother was. It'd be easier if I could just see momma! Streamkit thought, and tried to open her eyelids. However, no luck. It was like she would never see. Oh no! She began to panic. What if my eyes never open!
"I wanna see!" She wailed, thrashing her paws around. "I wanna see! I do!" Minutes of her small fit continued, until she became weary, so she curled up on the edge of the moss and snoozed off, gently snoring every now and then.
Streamkit wandered around a lush, green forest. Somehow, everything seemed to glitter with stars, though Streamkit herself had never seen them. "Is this... Starclan?" She mewed, taking ginger steps forward. She glanced from left to right, but no-cat seemed to be there. "You're a smart one, I see," A purr came from behind her. There, stood a tall tabby she-cat. "Um...? I am in Starclan?" Streamkit mewed, confused. Then, she remembered the stories that when cats died, they came here. "A-am I sick? Am I dead?" Her eyes wide, Streamkit began to tremble. "Oh, dear no!" The she-cat meowed, whiskers twitching in amusement.
Streamkit remembered her mother talking about medicine cats, and 'prophecies' or 'omens'. "A-am I gonna be a medicine cat?" She mewed. "Only if you wish to." The she-cat mewed. "Remember, you have your own destiny. Don't let others force you to do what they want you to do."
A paw prodded Streamkit's side, rolling over, Streamkit opened her eyes wearily. "Whoa..." She mewed in fascination. Completely forgetting her dream, Streamkit stood uneasily, and wobbled around the nest. The nursery was so... Big! Bramble and stone walls surrounded the moss floor. Heaps of ferns and moss with a few feathers were every here and there, and in one of them, was a blue-gray she-cat. Her chest was rising and falling gently, and at her stomach, curled up, were 2 she-kits; a golden tabby, and a white kit. All were huddled up together.
A paw prodded her again, this time from the behind. Though the push was gentle, Streamkit fell on her side. "Oof!" She huffed, but scrambled to her paws. She turned to see her 'attacker'. There, stood a gray tom alike herself. He had a wide build, but it wasn't anything more than thick fur and sturdy bones. Streamkit studied herself. She had a gray pelt, too, but was not dark like his. Her fur was striped, and was pale. Her brothers fur was just a solid, stormy gray pelt. Stormy. Like, a storm? Streamkit vaguely remembered her mother mentioning a 'Stormkit'. Could this be him?
"You're Stormkit?" She squeaked. "I think so... Why don't we ask Momma?" He mewed, and pranced over to their pale gray mother.
"What's her name?" Streamkit wondered, seeing as Stormkit knew more then she. "Momma says her name is Swiftbreeze." Streamkit whipped around to see the source of the mew: A golden tabby she-kit only slightly bigger than her.
"I'm Honeykit. My mom, Blueclaw, said you guys were born not long after us." She mewed, hesitating thoughtfully before carrying on. "Around half a moon after, I think she said." Honeykit shook her head."I don't really know... I was really sleepy."
Streamkit blinked. "Wait, so, do you know my littermate's names?" She mewed slowly. "I think so... I know that he's Owlkit... And then she's Hazelkit..." She said, pointing her tail in the direction of a brown tabby tom at first, then a pale gray tabby she-cat.
"Wait, so... How did she come up with the names?" She mewed curiously. "They both sound like names based on their eyes..." Honeykit nodded. "Yeah, Hazelkit's especially, but that's 'cause our leaders name is Greenstar. She's really cool!" She mewed, bouncing up and down. "She has really good stories!"
"And why don't you ask the elders for stories instead of bothering your clan leader?" A purr came from behind Honeykit, a big blue-gray she-cat. Blue eyes twinkling in amusement, she faced the golden she-kit. "Momma?" She squeaked. "You're awake?" "Yes," Blueclaw mewed matter-of-factly. "It's hard not to, with you three causing such a ruckus."
And it was true. Stormkit was dashing around and leaping at bulrushes at the corner of the nursery, hissing whenever he missed, and meowing triumphantly whenever he made it. Then Honeykit and Streamkit were just chatting away, not realizing how loud they were being.
"Sorry," Streamkit and Honeykit chorused. "But I don't think my Momma would like me going outside of the nursery without her permission." Streamkit mewed nervously. "I'm sure she'd be fine with it!" Purred Blueclaw, taking a paw and nudged the kits forward. "Now go, I don't want to see you until Sun-High!"
CHAPTER 2
"Wait, so there are other groups of cats?" Exclaimed Streamkit, staring in awe at the gray elder in front of her, Blossomstep. "That's what some of the cats who went on journeys said!" She purred, blue eyes sparkling in amusement. "What cats went on journeys?" The pale gray she-kit cocked her head. "Oh dear! They're long dead by now. Up in StarClan, I'm afraid." "I saw StarClan today!" She mewed, eyes shining in excitement. "Nuh-uh!" Protested CloudKit. "You're not dead!"
"Oh, dear," Blossomstep said. "Starclan comes in dreams as well." "How?" CloudKit and Streamkit mewed in amazement. "Well, there's the dark forest and Starclan. Both have magic powers, but Starclan is much more powerful! There's much more good cats then bad cats." "How do we know about the dark forest?" Mewed CloudKit rather uneasily. "Well, legend has it that the dark forest came to get revenge on the lake clans after being exiled and killed. Many cats alive, as well, joined them, using their grudges against others to kill along with them. However, Ivypool, a cat of Thunderclan, was a spy for the dark forest!" CloudKit and Streamkit gasped. "She listened in and when she found out about the dark forest's real intentions, she told the clan! Thanks to Lionblaze, Dovewing, and Jayfeather, the clans were saved with their powers!"
"Cats can have powers?" Streamkit was amazed with all the recent information. "What were their powers?" She asked, eyes widened with curiosity. "Well, Dovewing had super hearing! One time, she heard the Beavers making a dam, and she was sent up to release the water with others so that they could have water again! The drought was over, but a cat died, too." Streamkit lowered her eyes to the ground. "But they went to Starclan, right!" Streamkit asked. "Indeed he did." Blossomstep purred. "Then, Lionblaze had incredible fighting powers! He could be invincible in battle!" At this, the kits gasped. Woah! I wanna be invincible, too! "And then, came Jayfeather. He was a blind cat, but could see in his dreams. He could go into others dreams, and see what was happening. He was also a spy, and made sure to know what was happening in the dark forest night training!" With that, the kits bounced out of the den with a "Thanks Blossomstep!". "I call being Lionblaze!" Streamkit mewed. "Nuh-uh! I'm gonna be Lionblaze! You can be Dovewing!" CloudKit bickered. "I called tails on it, though!" (A/N, tails=dibs) Streamkit whined. "I didn't hear you say it, so therefore it doesn't count!" "Tails on being Lionblaze!" Streamkit mewed loudly. "Too late! I already did that!" "But I didn't hear you!" "Doesn't matter! I did!"
A larger Paw swiped over the kits ears. There, stood Burntpaw. "Neither of you are gonna have powers besides waking up half the camp!" She meowed. "Now stop bickering and go back to your nests! It's hardly even past dawn!"
Both kits lowered their heads, ashamed, before heading back to the nursery. "Sorry, Burntpaw..." They mewed sulkily. "It's fine, but if you do it again, I'll have to wake up Barktooth!" The kits shuddered. Little did they know Barktooth was actually incredibly friendly and nice, but his simple appearance made him a threat for kits misbehaving. The kits trudged to their nests, before curling up, and sleeping till sunhigh.
