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Chapter Two

"Hurry, Mothkit! The fox is getting away!"

The words were hardly out of Hailkit's mouth by the time his sister was rushing though the air towards their target. Her little claws unsheathed as she ran, and about a tail-length away, she crouched and leaped, paws outstretched, with a strenuous effort of distance to reach the object of attack.

"Ow!" squealed Featherkit as Mothkit's claws sank into her tail. She snapped it away from her sister's tight grasp, only for a tuft of thick gray fur to be left behind under the grip of the small ginger kit. Featherkit gave the twinge a gentle lick, then glared at Mothkit angrily. "Why in StarClan's name would you do that?"

The ginger and white she-cat batted at the tuft of fur playfully before pinning it to the grass. Without even looking at Featherkit, she replied, "Come on, we're playing. You know, that thing that you hardly ever do because you think it's a waste of time?" She smirked. "Well, I hope you're having fun staring at the clouds all day, sister dearest. Meanwhile, Hailkit and I are having the time of our lives saving the Clan from a pack of angry foxes. We'll be getting our own feast once we're done with you."

Featherkit let her tail fall limp, she turned around. "I don't ever recall saying I don't like to play," she meowed darkly. "And it looks like that you're a lone warrior messing around with the tail of very hungry fox."

Mothkit grinned and shot to her paws. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!"

Hailkit, who had been watching the exchange from a distance padded up to his sisters. "You should know the basics," he said to Featherkit. "A group of many foxes attacked the camp and stole all of the prey. Mothkit and I are the warriors sent out by Hazelstar to stop them, while you are one of the foxes. We're going to try and take that mouse from you." He pointed to a leaf. "There's also about a moon's worth of backstory involving Twolegs, monsters, and a secret Clan that has been hiding in the shadows for a hundred seasons and is training to attack all the Clans, but we'll spare you that for now."

"Fair enough," mewed Featherkit before rearing up on her hind paws and leaping to attack Hailkit. She gripped him by the shoulders, flipping him over onto his belly and standing on his forelegs, which lay sprawled out under him. "You aren't getting your prey," she growled in a raspy voice.

"Well, foxes don't talk," Hailkit hissed. He couldn't move under the dark gray she-cat. "Mothkit, get the leaf - I mean mouse!"

She nodded and started to chase it. The wind blew it out of reach, and it sat still directly in between Mothkit and Featherkit. Featherkit gasped as Mothkit started to run towards it. "Oh, no you don't!" she exclaimed, releasing Hailkit, and racing to catch it.

Hailkit got to his paws. "Come on, Mothkit, you can do it!" he cheered.

The two she-cats were a tail-length from the leaf when a white kit dove between them and placed her paws firmly over it. Mothkit and Featherkit skidded to a halt on either side of her.

"What's going on here?" the white kit asked mockingly.

"Give it, Snowkit!" Mothkit hissed, arching her back.

"No need to be so aggressive," Snowkit scolded with feigned offence. "I'm just curious as to what you're all doing is all." She lifted her paws from the leaf and began to stab holes through it with her claws. "So tell me. I might just want to join in."

Mothkit spat, frustrated while Featherkit stood still, scowling at their denmate.

Hailkit rushed up to them. "Go away, Snowkit." He attempted to grab the leaf away, but Snowkit sharply covered it again with her paw, startling him back.

"I don't think so, you little mouse-brain," she snapped. "It isn't nice to exclude."

"It also isn't nice to call other cats mouse-brains," Featherkit mumbled.

Snowkit just shot her a look. "Is it so bad that I want to have fun with you?" she asked, faking a sorrowful whine. "It isn't fair that I don't have any littermates. You three play with each other all the time while I'm alone forced to make friends with all the warriors." She then smiled cruelly. "Because who would want to do that? Oh right, everyone."

"If you're here to be cruel, you can just go," Featherkit said sternly.

"Oh, I'm not going to be a spineless weasel and listen to a four moon old kit like some cats do." She glared at Mothkit and Hailkit. "You might as well just let me join in and spare yourselves the trouble of dealing with my mother." She moved her paw, revealing the leaf, shriveled and flattened.

"You've already ruined it," Hailkit murmured. "Let's go." He turned away from Snowkit and began to walk off. Mothkit and Featherkit followed him, casting dark glances towards the white kit, who only smiled back at them.

"Now that that's over," Mothkit meowed sadly. "What do you want to do now?"

"How about we go to Elders' den to listen to a story? They always tell the best," Featherkit suggested. When she saw the lack of enthusiasm on her littermates' faces, she added, "I know you usually find that all boring, but once they told me a really interesting one. I'll ask them to tell it again, you'll love it, I promise."

"Fine. Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be better than being made fun of by Snowkit," meowed Hailkit.

Mothkit nodded in agreement.

Featherkit led them excitedly to the Elders' den. A brown tabby she-cat lifted her head as they entered, her eyes blinking away signs of sleep. The three kits stopped in front of her.

"Hi, Swallowfur. I hope we didn't wake you," Featherkit apologized.

"Don't apologize dear, I'm always happy to see you," Swallowfur laughed.

"Yeah, if anything apologize to me. I was having the best dream of my life," grumbled a brown and white tom at the corner of the den. He didn't even move from his curled up position to snap at the kits.

"Oh, just ignore Patchfur. You know how he can get in the morning," rasped a black tom.

"Eh, shut up, Antclaw," Patchfur growled.

"Anywho," sing-songed Swallowfur to the kits. "I bet you all came over here for a reason. What's going on?"

"Snowkit ruined our game so we came to hear a story!" said Mothkit bluntly.

"Featherkit told us that you had a good one," Hailkit mewed to Swallowfur.

"Ha, well I've got a lot of good ones," replied the brown tabby with a chuckle. "Would you mind specifying, Featherkit?"

The dark gray kit reared up on her hind paws and whispered something into Swallowfur's ear. The elder listened for a moment, and then the corners of her lips turned up into a smile. "Of course, that one. I reckon you two will be telling this one to the youngsters of your time as well. In that case, you're gonna have to listen up."

Featherkit kneaded her paws in the dirt eagerly while Hailkit and Mothkit padded towards Swallowfur with wide eyes.

"Long ago, back in the early seasons of the Clans, there was a brave and powerful warrior unlike any other," Swallowfur began.

"Oh, I know what this is," Antclaw meowed with a pleased snort.

"He was born with fur the color of sunlight on a calm lake, and shoulders broad as a lion's. For this, his parents named him Lionkit, and he was going to be the greatest warrior of them all."

Hailkit felt a spark of excitement in his belly. He leaned in closer.

"He could run as fastest as the fastest breeze, swim as strong as the strongest current, stalk as quiet of the quietest mouse, and climb as high as the highest tree. Some called him the son of all the Clans, because it seemed as if he could do it all. He battled foxes and badgers single pawed. He was brave enough to attack dogs before they could attack him. He moved as swift as an adder waiting to strike while fighting, but that was only half of what he could do."

"Whoa," Mothkit breathed.

Swallowfur nodded. "I know, I know." Then she laughed. Antclaw held in a chuckle himself. Hailkit didn't know why, but he didn't question it. "By the time he had earned his warrior name, Liontooth, he had been able to hunt hawks for prey, and fed his Clan like spoiled kittypets all through the leafbare season."

"What Clan was he from?" Mothkit asked.

"No one knows," answered Featherkit. "But who cares when he's that skilled?"

Hailkit didn't care, that was for sure. Liontooth really was the best warrior ever if he could do all of that. Hailkit felt his paws tingle. What if one day, he was as powerful as Liontooth? What if he would be able to hunt hawks and fight badgers all alone?

"Liontooth was praised among all the Clans. If ShadowClan needed help fighting off rats, he would help them. If WindClan needed help driving away herds of sheep-"

"Sheep?" Mothkit echoed.

"He would do it. If RiverClan needed help rebuilding their camp after a flood, he would manage in only one day. And if ThunderClan had snakes to worry about, well let's just say, that they didn't have to worry for long," Swallowfur went on. "Liontooth suffered great tragedy in his life, though. Every mate he took, killed. Every kit he had, starved, all of his family, his friends. They never lived for very long."

"But that doesn't make any sense. If Liontooth was so powerful, then why couldn't he help his mates when they were attacked, or feed his kits when they were hungry?" questioned Mothkit with a flick of her white tail-tip.

"Because as strong as he was, he could not control their destinies," Swallowfur replied. "The only destiny that you can control is yours. You can be whatever you want as long as you try hard enough to grasp onto your destiny and make the choices that shape who you are."

"But what if he wanted his destiny to be him living happily with his family?" asked Mothkit.

"Perhaps because he chose his duties as a warrior and put them over the things that were close to him. By not saving his mates and his kits, he saved many other lives throughout all of the Clans by helping them with their troubles. That was his job. Each and every kit born here has a role to play. You never know what it could be, but you'll soon find that it will affect more than just your own life," Swallowfur said.

And my role is to be a great warrior, just like Liontooth! Hailkit thought.

"Continuing, Liontooth was so powerful that everyone thought that he would be able to stop the monsters that roamed along the Thunderpath," meowed Swallowfur. "Liontooth agreed, for one of his mates was killed by a monster. So one day, in the midst of a hot greenleaf, he went out to the Thunderpath and waited for a monster to come along."

Hailkit's eyes rounded.

"When he saw one, he prepared himself. And as it approached, he got ready to jump-"

"Excuse us!" yowled someone from behind. Hailkit gasped as he was pushed aside into the den wall. He turned to see a dark brown tabby carrying prey in his mouth. "Watch it, kit," he snapped around the fresh-kill. His companion, a bright ginger tom, laughed.

"Oakpaw, Foxpaw, good day for hunting?" Antclaw greeted.

"Definitely," replied Oakpaw.

"Hey, we were listening to a story!" Mothkit hissed. Featherkit glared angrily at the two apprentices as they made their way further into the den. Hailkit recovered from the shove and unsheathed his tiny claws into the floor of the den.

Oakpaw rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, the one about Liontooth, right? Heard that one a million times."

"While I'm sure you're all having fun here, the Elders have gotta eat," snarled Foxpaw, shoving Mothkit aside and dropping the squirrel at Swallowfur's paws.

Oakpaw padded after him with two rabbits swinging from his jaws. "We caught it all ourselves," he boasted, and gave one rabbit to Antclaw, and the other to Patchfur, who was wide awake by then.

Hailkit glowered at the two apprentices as the Elders thanked them for the meal. Swallowfur seemed to have forgotten completely about the story as she dug in to her plump squirrel. He was about to say something, but Featherkit thrusted her downy tail over his mouth.

"It's no use. They've interrupted us before," she whispered. "Let's just go. I'm sure we can find something else to do."

As she took her tail away, Hailkit merely nodded and padded after her and Mothkit as they left. The only thing that kept his hopes somewhat up was the thought of the great warrior Liontooth, who he soon hoped to become.

Liontooth is like, the Mary-Sue of Mary-Sues. XD. This chapter is actually pretty important. Some central characters were introduced as well as a significant idea that will show up later. Remember to review!

~Destiny