I'd like to thank xScarclawx, Mormeril Dark Lady of Insanity, and Rainkit for reviewing/alerting/favouriting this story. It's nice to know people like it this much.

BTW, I just thought I'd say that this is kinda like my own version of OOTS, so things will be different than the books. Part of the reason for this is because the original Mist was written around the same time as the first or second OOTS book came out, so by that point, I had no idea what would happen in the future books. In short, this story takes place after the second OOTS book. And let's just pretend that the next four book after that never happened, alright?

I do not own Warriors.

Let the chapter begin!

Chapter One

It was a quiet morning that Mistkit, a young ThunderClan kit, woke up to.

Mistkit looked around the nursery with sleepy, pale amber eyes. And, although she had no littermates to share the morning with, she was fine with that. Mistkit preferred solitude, which was one of the reasons she never played with her denmates, Swiftkit and Stonekit. That and the two brothers were five, almost six moons old, while she was just two moons.

As she rose to her paws, Mistkit shook a few scraps of stubborn moss from her dark blue-gray fur, and observed her surroundings. There wasn't much to observe, however. Swiftkit and Stonekit were gone, most likely outside and bothering the warriors as they did their daily duties. Their mother, Ferncloud, was no where to be seen. The she-cat most likely had slipped off to do some morning hunting, as she had taken to doing almost every morning.

Mistkit's own mother, Cinderheart, was curled up in her mossy nest, right next to Mistkit herself. Her dark gray flank rose and fell as she breathed. She was sleeping. In the corner of the den, Daisy was sleeping in her nest, the cream-furred she-cat's tail twitching as she dreamed.

Like usual, the nursery was bland and a bit on the boring side.

Mistkit padded across the mossy floor of the nursery, and slipped out partway. Outside, the camp was bustling with cats. Warriors were ordering around their apprentices, and the apprentices scrambled to obey those orders. It was a normal day.

Mistkit glanced up at the sky. It was clear and sunny, not a cloud in sight. A perfect day.

As the small gray-blue kit slipped out of the nursery fully, she spotted the almost identical dark gray tabby pelts of Stonekit and Swiftkit. They were dong exactly what Mistkit had thought earlier; bothering the warriors and getting under every cat's paws. Mistkit shook her head at them, slightly amused.

Over by the fresh-kill pile, Mistkit saw the golden tabby pelt of her father, Lionblaze. He was speaking to two other warriors, a long legged black tom, Spiderleg, and a ginger warrior, Foxleap.

Mistkit blinked and purred softly. Her father was a well-respected warrior of ThunderClan, even though he was half-WindClan. She was proud to be his daughter.

Then, something strange caught her eye, tugging her attention away from her father.

Was that a cat crouched over in the shadows? Mistkit narrowed her eyes. His pelt colour was strangely indistinguishable, and his amber eyes glowed unnaturally bright. He was watching the Clan with interest, and even though he was clearly there, no other cat seemed to notice him.

Mistkit stared, wondering who this cat was. She didn't remember ever seeing him before. And why was no one paying any attention to him? A heart-beat later, she knew what was happening.

It's happened again, she thought grimly. Another shadow-cat has appeared to me.

Just as that she was pondering over the tom, the strange cat swiveled his head and stared in Mistkit's direction. Those bright amber irises seemed to pierce right through her. She shivered, but was unable to tear her gaze away.

The cat rose to his paws, and to Mistkit's extreme surprise, the shadows swathed around his body seemed to move with him. He took a step toward her, and suddenly frightened, Mistkit took a stumbling step back, flattening her ears to her head. He kept coming, weaving his way around her Clanmates expertly. He even brushed the pelt of a few cats as he walked, but they payed him no mind.

What in the name of StarClan is going on? Why does this keep happening? She thought, and took another step back.

Even though he was clearly out of the shadows now, the tom's pelt was still obscured by a strange dark substance that seemed to suck the light out of everything he got close to.

When he was just a few tail-lengths away from Mistkit, he abruptly stopped his advance. He just stood there and watched her, his eyes still glowing strangely. Then, he opened his jaws, and spoke. Well, he tried to, but all that came out of his mouth was...nothing. Silence. She couldn't hear a word he was saying.

And then, when a hunting patrol passed in front of Mistkit's vision and when they were gone, the tom was nowhere to be seen.

He had all but vanished into thin air.

That had not been the first encounter with something strange.

It happened occasionally, ever since she first opened her eyes. Mistkit would see cats that no one else could. Sometimes they'd be just sitting in the shadows, watching. Sometimes they'd be following cats around, their pelts swathed in shadows and their eyes unnaturally bright. And no cat ever noticed them, except for Mistkit. And then they'd be gone when something distracted her or passed in front of her eyes. It was unnerving and terrifying.

But however, today was the first time that any of those strange shadowy cats had noticed her back. She'd always stare and watch whenever she saw one, but not once did they ever return it. Until now.

She was scared to think of what this could possibly mean, for her and her Clan.

Mistkit gaped at the spot where the cat had been just a few moments ago.

Is there something wrong with me? Mistkit thought. Why can I see things no one else can?

As she stared blindly at that particular spot, she didn't notice that something had crept up behind her until it was on top of her.

She was pinned to the earthy ground by a grinning Swiftkit, flat on her belly. His voice sounded in her ear, "Spacing out again, Mistkit? How typical of you~"

The small blue-gray kit huffed in annoyance at her denmate. "How many times have I told you not to creep up on me like that?"

"A lot." Came Swiftkit's cheeky reply. "But it was too good to resist! You weren't paying any attention!"

A sigh. "Swiftkit, please let me up."

"Alright~!" Swiftkit meowed, hoping off, and allowing Mistkit to heave herself to her paws.

As Mistkit glared at her hyper denmate, Stonekit was standing a little ways off, watching her and Swiftkit with cool blue eyes. The way he watched them...it was almost unfriendly.

Stonekit had never been particularly fond of her, even while his hyper brother was always trying to get her to play.

Mistkit had first noticed this when Swiftkit had been teasing her about her fur, which had been messed up at the time.(It was Swiftkit's fault in the first place, for leaping at her without warning.)

Stonekit had been watching her with something like contempt in his eyes, and being the very young kit she was, didn't know what the look had meant. So when she had tried to be friendly, he had just turned his back on her with a snort.

That was the first and last time Mistkit had ever attempted to be friends with him.

Of course, Swiftkit didn't appear to notice the dislike his brother had for her. Or maybe he just didn't care.

Either way, Mistkit was fine with her 'relationship' with the two brothers.

Even if she didn't understand Stonekit's obvious dislike of her.

Swiftkit prodded Mistkit in the side, and the young she-cat jumped a tail-length into the air.

"Swiftkit!" Mistkit shrieked at him.

"Sorry!" Swiftkit gasped though laughter, not sounding sorry at all. "But you were spacing out again."

"Oh, was I?" Mistkit retorted. "And what makes you think that scaring me out of my fur is a good idea?"

Swiftkit just purred again, ignoring her annoyed tone.

"You are hopeless," Mistkit snorted, rolling her eyes.

"Who says that's a bad thing?" Swiftkit meowed, giving Mistkit a smug look as she fumbled for a good response to his words.

"You're annoying!" She finally blurted out at the larger kit.

"Tell me something I don't know." Came Swiftkit's reply.

Mistkit's fur started bristle with frustration. "You are so...!" She trailed off, not finishing her sentence.

"I'm what? I'm already hopeless and annoying. What else can you use to describe me?" He asked her with a playful challenge in his green eyes.

"Just... never-mind!" Mistkit grumbled. Swiftkit's smug look grew.

"Too bad...it's so fun to get under your fur! And it's easy, too!" The dark gray tabby tom purred.

"Whatever," Mistkit retorted. "I'm going back to the nursery." And she whipped around to plunge back into her den. Unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky.

She crashed straight into Stonekit's side, who was was heading to the same place as her. She could hear Swiftkit's snicker from behind her. If she didn't know better, she'd think he had planned this all out.

The more aggressive of the two brothers glared down at her. "Watch it, mouse-brain!" He spat at her, before breezing ahead of her into the nursery.

Mistkit froze in shock, eyes wide. Who put nettles in his breakfast? He's more irritable than normal.

Swiftkit came up beside her, mrowwing softly with laughter. "Why that look on your face? You know how Stonekit is."

Yeah. I know how he is, but I don't know why he's like that. I wish I did. Mistkit thought.

Mistkit just shook her head, and padded into the nursery, more hesitantly now. She didn't want to be snapped at like that again.

When she entered the nursery, Stonekit was curled up slightly in an empty nest. Though, when she came in, Mistkit couldn't help but notice how his shoulders stiffened slightly.

StarClan, why does Stonekit hate me so much?

There! It's a bit on the boring side I think, but Chapter one is finished! Please leave a review! :P

~Sky'sFire