Sinister Warnings

Change is coming to the clans. Where blood will determine all. Harestar awoke with a gasp, his blue eyes scanning the crowd of sleeping bodies of cats before turning to rest on the nursery. A cry was coming from within that woke the resting warriors of Windclan.

A dark shadow moved across the camp and he spotted the familiar shape of Blackwind entering the nursery. Behind her, Fawnpaw followed suit, a bundle of herbs in her jaws as she entered the nursery. The brown tom padded towards the nursery, his long tail streaking behind him as he headed towards the centre of commotion. His warriors had lifted themselves out of their sleep and surrounded the nursery. Feathertail stepped out, her eyes wide.

"Meadowstep is kitting!" The grey queen announced to the cats and a murmur of surprise sounded through the crowd. A massive white tom padded forward, his long legs carrying him to the nursery entrance. "Is she alright?" Blizzardstorm asked, wariness within his eyes. Harestar placed a tail on the tom's shoulder. "She'll be fine Blizzardstorm." He reassured the warrior though from the sounds coming from within the nursery suggested otherwise.

After what seemed like moons, the pregnant silence in the camp lifted as Fawnpaw stepped out of the den. Blizzardstorm was the first to ask the question. "Is she alright?" Fawnpaw paused for a heartbeat before nodding. "Meadowstep is fine Blizzardstorm though it'll take some time for her to regain her full strength. The kitting took a lot out of her." The white warrior nodded, relief etched onto his face. "What about the kits?"

Now a smile broke from the medicine cat apprentice's usually stoic face. "Two sons! Healthy and strong. You can visit her but not for too long." Blizzardstorm smiled and dashed into the nursery, excited to meet his new kits.

Pleased purrs and encouraging cries sounded out of the crowd of Windclan cats.

"More warriors for Windclan!"

"Starclan blesses these new kits!"

"Shadowclan better fear these young uns!"

Harestar joined in the cheering though his thoughts wandered back to the warning that Starclan had given him. Change is coming to the clans. Where blood will determine all. What did it mean and why had the warning come to him just moments before the kits birth.


Needlekit awoke from his sleep, feeling the warmth of his mother's fur encompass around his brown pelt. Beside him, Patchkit snuggled close to her belly. His jaw's opened in a yawn and the young kit blinked the sleep from his eyes. He rose to his paws and prodded his brother in the side.

"Get up!" He squeaked to his brother, pushing harder against the black and white tom's flank. Patchkit grumbled turning over before finally opening his eyes. They were amber, just like their mother's. Just like his. His brother finally woke up and the pair were quick to exit the nursery quietly. They tiptoed over Greeneye's tail. The queen had moved into the nursery less than two moons ago and would be kitting anyday now.

Needlekit's whiskers twitched at the thought. The only other kit in the nursery was Leopardkit and though he was fun to hang around, there weren't ever enough kits to play a full game of 'Mock Battle'. Patchkit was the first out of the den and nearly bumped into Moorpaw. He squeaked in alarm and ran behind his brother. Needlekit resisted the urge to roll his eyes and turned to the big tortoiseshell.

"Hi Moorpaw!" He chirped. The apprentice turned to face the pair. "Hullo Needlekit, Patchkit. What are you two up to?" Patchkit stepped out from behind his brother and returned the greeting. "Just trying to find Leopardkit." He answer for the his brother. Moorpaw, turned towards the elders den and flicked his tail.

"I think I saw him visit the elders for a story." Needlekit turned his head towards clump of gorse bushes that the elders used as their home. He mewed a quick thanks to Moorpaw and flicked his tail for Patchkit to follow him. His brother gave an anxious glance at the nursery before scurrying after him. He ducked his head under the gorse walls and found Leopardkit perching infront of Northwind. From the sounds of it, the old tom was telling a story and the kit was more than happy to listen attentively.

"…and so I put on my best battle face and told that mangy Shadowclan cat, oh hello you two!" Northwind paused in his tail and gave the kits a warm smile. The brothers mewed their greetings and quickly nestled up beside Leopardkit to hear the tale.

"Now where was I… ah yes. Well that Shadowclan cat shouted for help and two of his clan mates came rushing to defend him. After the battle I learnt that this was Oakfoot, son of Miststar. So it was 3 against one, I tripped over a she cat and gave her a slashed leg but the other two ganged up on me." Northwind paused in his tail, his eyes wide.

"Then I saw a brown blur barrel into Oakfoot. It was Harestar! Though he was Hareflight then of course. He took on those two shadowclan rats single pawed. The battle was won and Windclan had successfully defended our land." The elder finished his tale, his eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at the kits.

"I wanna be like Harestar one day!" Leopardkit crowed , raking his small claws in the air. The 3 elders chuckled. Not wanting to be beaten, Needlekit tried his own claw rake. "No you won't! Because I'll be leader"

And I will He vowed to himself.