A/N: *gasp* That last chapter was so dramatic. I feel so sorry for Silverkit. But anyways, that got really intense, didn't it? What with all her flash backs and all that stuff, it was just so sad…. But we get to see her adorable "little" brother, Emberkit in this chapter. But first (lemme take a selfie!) let's get to Dovewing's story. Mistkit, Fallenkit, and Leopardkit are so cute! Not as cute as Emberkit…. You decide in the reviews! Let's get on with the story.

Dovewing had never known that young kits could ask extremely dangerous questions. Leopardkit had already opened his eyes to the world and was exploring Jayfeather's den. She snorted in amusement as the little tom bumped into the medicine cat's leg accidentally and started to cower under his icy blue gaze.

"Don't worry, dear!" Dovewing called. "It's just Jayfeather!" Jayfeather turned around with a scowl on his face, which told her he was about to make a very sarcastic comment. "Just Jayfeather?!" he exclaimed dramatically. "I'm just Jayfeather, the one that helps supply your milk to feed the kits, the one who would heal you if you were hurt in battle, the one who is placed with the responsibility of keeping ThunderClan safe in times of combat, the one…."

His words trailed off into silence as he realized he had said too much. "What is ThunderClan?" he asked his amber eyes sweet and innocent. Think up a good answer, she thought and Jayfeather nodded affirmatively, reading her thoughts.

"Well," he meowed and Dovewing could tell he was struggling. "ThunderClan was our Clan when we were younger, yes younger and we lived with other cats. But some other bad cats chased us out." Dovewing sighed, hoping Leopardkit would stop at that, but alas, he was still curious.

"Why would they chase you out?" he asked, his little head cocked to the side. "You and Auntie Dovewing aren't bad. You're good, noble cats." Dovewing's heart was touched by his compliment, but still a dark thought intruded her mind. If only he knew that we had run away like cowards from all the pain and suffering that the Clans have to go through this very moment…..

She shook her head to clear herself of this concept and returned to the present. Leopardkit was hopping gleefully over to the nest in which lay Dovewing, Fallenkit, and Mistkit. "Come on!" he squealed, bouncing up and down enthusiastically. "What?" Fallenkit groaned, her small tortoiseshell body shifting around in the moss. Mistkit didn't say anything.

"Let's play!" he replied. Fallenkit reluctantly picked herself up and stretched long and hard. She yawned then padded over to her brother. She looked over her shoulder and called, "Come on, Mistkit! You heard 'im, let's play!"

But the little grey kit still didn't move, nose tucked under her paws. Dovewing became worried and reached out a paw to touch her. She was in a state of panic now. "Jayfeather?" she called weakly. "Could you come here?"

Suddenly, just as the words came out of her mouth, Mistkit shot up out of the nest and raced out of the den. "Fooled ya!" she yowled. Her siblings snickered and followed her. Dovewing stood up and for the first time, she felt pure deep rage run through her veins, making her blood ice cold. Her eye twitched and her legs began to tremble.

Then suddenly, she collapsed and all hell broke loose.

*Silverkit's POV*

Silverkit was broken, on a different planet than her brother, Emberkit. She refused to listen to anything anyone said. She was lost and all her dreams were crushed by one huge foot. She writhed in her sleep and when she dreamed, she was always in the Cavern.

The Cavern was a place that she dreaded. The stone ceiling was so high up above her that the peak of the roof was shrouded in shadows. She sat on a reddish-colored stone pedestal, but she couldn't move anywhere. When she peered over the edge, she saw blood red water lapping at the stone, threatening to rise up further. When she looked even closer, she saw unnaturally huge dark grey fish with jaws the size of the wolf that had killed Whitefoot swimming in the scarlet liquid. They moved through it slowly, as if they really were stuck in a blood lake.

Silverkit never had a comforting dream now and it was all because of Tigerstar. Hatred flared deep in her chest, attempting to escape, but her logic stopped it, caused it to forget about itself then drift away back to where it came from. When she woke up, it felt like long, sharp claws were embedded in her heart, causing her to stumble with every step. This particular morning, the pain was even worse and she wailed for hours. Emberkit tried to comfort Silverkit, but to no avail.

Day after day passed and it remained in her. But now, the final straw was pulled. "Let all cats old enough to murder gather beside the Rotting Log!" Silverkit heard the deep voice of Tigerstar from outside the den, but she didn't move. A dark grey-and-silver tabby slid into the den, his eyes narrowed in a permanent glare. "Come," he hissed, pushing the she-kit, but she refused to move.

"Come on, move it, little princess before I make you!" the tabby snarled. "No," Silverkit whispered, quietly but with determination. "No, I will not be a new slave for you." She turned around, her blue eyes snapping with hatred, turning from summer sky to ice, back and forth in a hypnotizing pattern. "You must obey me now or risk dying under my claws." She spoke several octaves lower than her normal voice. Her pale grey fur was turning darker, her face and ears becoming more pointed. Her tail was bushing out and she waved it around threateningly.

The tom was getting scared now, cowering under the now bigger form of Silverkit. "Uh, yes, Your Highness," he mewed uneasily. "Do you want to tell Tigerstar about your….new form?" He began kneading his paws nervously into the ground. "No!" Silverkit snarled, her eyes staying a pale ice blue now. "You will not report me to that cowardly scoundrel!"

Y-y-yes," he stuttered then darted out of the den. Silverkit began to shrink now and lose her unusual features. She trotted over brightly to Emberkit, who was staring at her with wide, shocked eyes. "What?" she asked. "Y-y-you were just a-a-"he began, still paralyzed in fear. "You were a….wolf."

A/N: Well, that was a strange, supernatural chapter. What the heck happened to Dovewing that made all Hades break loose? And how the heck is Silverkit a wolf and a cat at the same time? No one shall ever know until the fourth chapter… Read and review and I will begin writing that fourth chapter, to make sure all your dreams come true. Nah, I can't guarantee that. Too pricey. But, anyways hope you enjoyed and have a happy late Valentine's Day!