A/N: Yes! One review, much more than I expected for the start of the story. Before I go on any farther, I mean to tell you that this story will contain mostly short (but not that short) chapters. Now that that is settled, please read and review!
"Come on, Raggedkit," Nightpaw mewed. His fur was dusty with the sand we had kicked up in our play fight.
Raggedkit jumped at Nightpaw, who easily sidestepped. I jumped at Nightpaw when he turned to Raggedkit, and soon he lay pinned beneath my small kit paws.
"Good job, Yarrowkit," Nightpaw laughed, getting up, and making me tumble down. Raggedkit immediately came over and pressed his nose into my fur.
"You would make a really good warrior some day, even better than Cedarstar!" I batted at his nose playfully, which he returned with a growl. Nightpaw perked his ears, and made us follow him back to camp.
"Don't say a word," he whispered. "I'm not supposed to let you out. Go through Ivyheart's den, and pretend you have been there the whole time. Tomorrow we'll do the same thing." Nightpaw watched us go through the gap in Ivyheart's den, and we made a small mess to make it look as if we had been there the whole time. We heard Nightpaw go through the marshy entrance, where he greeted Ivyheart.
With the force of the secret inside of Raggedkit and me, we could barely hold still, let alone quiet. When Ivyheart's lithe gray body came through, however, the sound of her screech had us running away in terror, to the safety of the nursery.
Cinderflower pressed her warm body against mine, and I wished Gorgekit was here. He was currently outside with Waspkit, talking about small, insignificant kit things.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed itself against my own. I groggily looked up to see Raggedkit, his eyes warm and caring towards me. Neither Cinderflower nor Milkfeather seemed to mind, so Raggedkit and I slept together for the first time.
In my dream, a lithe brown she-cat appeared in front of me. The landscape was a lovely hunting ground, like I was told WindClan's was. The ground dipped up and down, leaving many places upon which prey could hide, giving a warrior a fun time while providing for their Clan. The large grass blew in the slight wind, creating ripples like those found in the river. Nothing could have been more beautiful than this hunting ground, except for the she-cat next to me.
"Welcome, young kit. I am Larkwing, and I have come to tell you that you have a great destiny in front of you. StarClan will always remain close to you, no matter what path you take, although you must remember your duties. If you shan't, then it shall be your downfall," Larkwing mewed in a quiet and calm voice. She touched her nose to my forehead, and then everything went black.
Deep breathing brought me from the depths of my slumber, and I blinked open my eyes to reveal that the two queens were now sleeping with their respective kits. I was disappointed. Why had Raggedkit left me? Why had he been replaced with Gorgekit?
I leaned over Milkfeather's body, and prodded one kit in the side. A hiss greeted my words, and I knew that I had awakened the wrong one.
"Why do you always have to bother me, Yarrowkit?" Waspkit growled, his eyes still closed. "I want nothing to do with you, as you cannot hold intelligent conversation like your brother. Go have fun playing your stupid games with Raggedkit, I really don't care."
With his brother fuming beside him, Raggedkit rolled over to see Yarrowkit. However, something was different. Her gray fur was dirt-streaked like usual, and Cinderflower would want to clean it soon. The tear in her ear she got from wrestling with Nightpaw was still there, too. What was different about the young she-cat?
Suddenly, it hit him. "Your eyes," he whispered. Cinderflower turned to see, and gasped. The kit-blue had been replaced with an intelligent yellow, so like Raventail.
"You lost your kit-eyes," Cinderflower explained, for Yarrowkit had begun to become agitated. Her hackles rose in defense, and her newly colored eyes widened.
"You shouldn't have been named Yarrowkit," Raggedkit joked. "Yellowkit seems to be a better name for you."
Cinderflower cocked her head, and called for her mate. Raventail appeared, his tail drooping in lack of sleep. "What is it, dear?" he asked. "I had just come from another patrol of the WindClan border, and I need some sleep. Cedarstar thinks that Meadowstar will plan to act, but her deputy, Tallfoot is keeping her back."
The gray queen listened quietly to her mate's rants, and then pointed with her tail to Yarrowkit. He saw her eyes, so like his, and purred. "I thought it was something like 'Gorgekit got a thorn in his paw,'" he mewed. "This is so much better, though. What color does my son have?"
Raggedkit, bouncing over to the small tom, woke him before either of the parents could. Angry, he was about to tell Raggedkit to leave him alone, when his father called his attention. His eyes were still the bright kit-blue, disappointing the first-time father. It would have been wonderful if the kits were exact mixes of himself and Cinderflower, but they must wait longer.
"Nothing, son," Raventail mewed. "Go back to sleep." Complying with his father's wished, Gorgekit turned over and soon the soft sounds of his snores filled the air.
"Raventail, Raventail," Raggedkit cried happily. "Yarrowkit should be named Yellowkit. It would fit her better. Yarrow is yucky, anyways."
Raventail seemed to contemplate for a few seconds, and then turned to Cinderflower, who shrugged. "Would you mind being renamed Yellowkit, Yarrowkit?"
It was if my heart had burst with joy, and I was left with a star burning deep within my chest. My soulmate, the one chosen by StarClan for me, had chosen my name? What better way was there to tell me that we belonged together?
"Yes, Raventail," I breathed, enjoying every minute of it. "I would love to be renamed Yellowkit."
Raggedkit pressed his fur against my own in joy. Raventail touched my forehead, exactly like the way Larkwing did in my dream. With that he whispered quietly, but yet everyone in the nursery could hear. "Then with the blessings of StarClan, I give you your new name. No longer are you Yarrowkit, but you shall start a life afresh as Yellowkit."
His nose felt cool, and his words seemed to soar up into the frigid leaf-bare air. A few clouds passed along the sun, dotting the ground with shadows. However, a small beam of sunlight entered its way into the nursery, as if StarClan itself approved of my choice.
Raventail soon left, and it was back to the queens and kits. Waspkit and Gorgekit kept calling me Yarrowkit for fun, but Raggedkit told them to stop, and they did.
The sun continued to shine, resting on my StarClan member's pelt, making him shine like the star that was alight in my chest. My breath caught in my throat. StarClan said they had a future for me. With all my life I wanted it to include Raggedkit.
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