Okay, sorry for not updating in a while, well, this is doing better than my previous stories so yeah! This chapter is dreadfully boring, but it get straight to the point. Things pick up in the next chapter, trust me.


Chapter 1

Ivykit crept up from the shadows. Dovekit was staring out side of the camp, watching the hunting patrol come back. Ivykit yowled and leapt on her sister. Dovekit yelped in surprise as her sister tackled her.

"The great Ivystar of IvyClan triumphs once again!" exclaimed Ivykit as she pinned her sister down flat on her back.

"Nu-huh!" hissed Dovekit, wriggling out of her sister's grip and back on her paws, "The famous Dovestar will never by defeated by a weak mousebrain like you!"

Ivykit let out a tiny roar and jumped on her sister again. Bumblekit and Briarkit bumped into Ivykit and Dovekit. Dovekit jumped up to avoid the two older kits, but Ivykit was swept away.

"Hey," hissed Ivykit angrily, licking her fur.

"Sorry, it's hard to think of good games, now that Blossomkit is sick," apologized Bumblekit. His sister was pretty ill.

"I wanted to stay with her, but Millie insisted on me going with this lump of fur," retorted Briarkit, scrambling away.

"Hey, let's pretend we're leaders again! I'm WindClan!" exclaimed Bumblekit eagerly.

"Okay, I call ThunderClan!" cried Dovekit.

"You were ThunderClan last time," hissed Briarkit, "Oh well, I guess RiverClan isn't that bad…"

"Which means Ivykit is ShadowClan," smirked Bumblekit. But the tabby she-cat wasn't paying attention to them.

She was staring across the clearing at a golden tabby tom with white paws, Weedkit. He was sitting solemnly, as if knowing something was going to happen, and just waiting for it to take place. The tom acted like he was king of the world, and there was no doubt of jealousy when ever Brambleclaw padded by him. They kit that may have been his if things hadn't gone so wrong.

"We should ask Weedkit to play," announced Ivykit, not wanting to leave him out.

"There are only four Clans," Briarkit pointed out, "And he's no fun anyways. All he does is strut around like he's the leader, for StarClan's sake!"

"Yeah, but it wouldn't be fair to leave him out," murmured Ivykit. But the other kits were already playing and tumbling and laughing.

Ivykit padded nervously to the golden tom. Weedkit turned to face her, his amber glinting eyes were daring her to speak. He was so much like his father. Thornclaw.

"Want to play with us?" asked Ivykit.

"No," the tom replied simply.

"You seem kind of lonely, over here. We don't have to play with them, it could be just us," persisted Ivykit.

"I'm waiting for someone," retorted Weedkit, "Stop sticking your nose in other people's business."

Ivykit looked down, hurt. She hadn't meant to offend Weedkit, but she really liked the tom. Not just love-like, but Ivykit admired Weedkit for his pride and his dignity.

"Sorry," Weedkit shook his head, "But I don't want to play silly kit games right now."

"Silly kit games," echoed Ivykit, "What else is there to do?"

"Wait patiently," he replied.

'I have to knock some sense into this tom,' thought Ivykit, and decided to do just that. She bowled into Weedkit, knocking over the mouse-brained tabby.

"What kind of kit waits patiently?" she demanded, pinning him down.

"This one," muttered Weedkit, throwing her off.

Ivykit sighed, she knew there wasn't going to be a way to coax Weedkit to play with her. She slumped back to the nursery and watched Bumblekit, Briarkit and Dovekit play happily without her.

"They play fine without me," Ivykit growled in a low voice. It wasn't the first time she had been left out of the games they played. Ivykit flashed a mischievous grin, and leaped on Briarkit, "And here comes the big, bad rouge who's going to kill you all!"

The other kits noticed what had happened, and leaped on Ivykit. Ivykit liked the sweet taste of revenge, it was ripe here. Ivykit let the desire to get back at her Clanmates take over, and a kind of dark power filled her. Then she scratched Dovekit and the power went away, liked Dovekit was radiating good, and she was radiating evil.

"OW!" screeched Bumblekit. Ivykit had to lean in to see what the problem was, a small, red scratch along his neck.

"Sorry," muttered Ivykit, staring at her paws. Oh, what had she done? She had wanted revenge so badly, she had hurt her Clanmate.

She looked up as a long shadow was cast over her, it was Lionblaze. He stared at her for a second, and then his gaze carried to Dovekit. His amber eyes were intense, and Ivykit knew his legends of fighting.

"I'm going to go tell Firestar about this," Lionblaze told her, "And then check on how Bumblekit is doing."

Lionblaze looked at the kits another time, and headed to the medicine cat's den. Firestar would probably learn about what happened later, but Lionblaze needed to talk to Jayfeather at that very moment.

"It's not that bad," Jayfeather was speaking to Bumblekit, "Dock leaves aren't necessary for something so small. Just lick it, and wait for it to go away." Bumblekit was about to argue, but Jayfeather looked up, his nose twitching. "Hi, Lionblaze, I thought it was Cinderheart. Did you want something?" "Yeah, I need to talk to you, now," Lionblaze commanded. Jayfeather looked back at the little gray tom who was rapidly licking his fur, though he didn't actually see him, and followed his brother.

"Yes?" he asked simply after they had squeezed into the small space behind the warrior's den.

"I think it's Dovekit," Lionblaze told him, "When Ivykit attacked Dovekit, some kind of peace was emitted. It didn't stop Ivykit, but I think she's the one."

"There's no way to tell," snapped Jayfeather, "And now with Weedkit…we can't be sure."

"Perhaps she can make cats stop doing evil things, after she's learned her power of course," continued Lionblaze, not paying attention to Jayfeather. "You had to be there to know. It was like…all bad intentions suddenly disappeared."

"I don't know," Jayfeather shook his head, "I also felt a kind of darkness overwhelm me, and all bad intentions returned. I'm just not sure, what if it's Ivykit?"

"Then talk with StarClan about it," hissed Lionblaze. Jayfeather looked up, confused, and Lionblaze rolled his eyes. "You're going to go to the Moon Pool tomorrow, right? Ask StarClan which one of them it is!"

"If StarClan was that willing," muttered Jayfeather, "They prefer to torture you and taunt you until you go to find it out yourself."

Sudden shouts arose from the camp. Jayfeather walked out into the clearing. Thornclaw and Spiderleg were debating with Sorreltail and Hazeltail.

"It was one of us, this is no time to go blaming other Clans," Hazeltail yowled.

"According to Firestar," retorted Thornclaw, "If WindClan didn't kill Ashfur, it was ShadowClan or RiverClan!"

"I refuse to believe that one of us killed him. He was probably killed by RiverClan, and he floated in the lake, and came to us," Spiderleg nodded.

"Why don't we except we don't know who killed him," Sorreltail attempted to talk peace into the cats, "Debating about it won't help."

Thornclaw knocked Sorreltail and Hazeltail away. Foxcatcher bared his teeth, it was no secret the feelings he had for Hazeltail. Spiderleg unsheathed his claws. And then, all of it was stopped by a bopping ball of gray fur.

"This is a ridiculous thing to fight over," snapped Dovekit, "Fighting amongst the Clan won't help find out who killed Stashburr or whatever he name was! Break it up!"

"Sorry, you're right Dovekit," Spiderleg scuttled away.

"Yeah, just playing around," stammered Foxcatcher.

"Nothing to fuss about, right?" Thornclaw pretended to smile. This was all a first.

Three powerful toms all at the mercy of one tiny kit. Thornclaw had strutted around like a king every since Squirrleflight bared his kin. (Even though it was obvious she wanted to gain back respect in the Clan.) Now to see the stubborn determined toms break up on the brink of battle, was…awkward.

'Lionblaze was right,' Jayfeather realized with a jolt, staring at Dovekit, 'Yes, she is the one.'


Well, what did i say? Pretty straight to the point, if you ask me. I know, the argument between Thornclaw, Spiderleg, Hazeltail and Sorreltail was a bit cheezy, but I had to give Dovekit a chance to use her power. R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!