I'm going ON VACATION from June 17th to June 31st, during those days I will not update. I got a new writing style! Free version! Blocks and thin lines scattered randomly. It's easier instead of calculating and measuring the lines like I did before.

Seapaw fluttered her eyes as morning rays of light pierced her vision. She turned her head away, seeing little blue dots dance before her.

"You're awake...just in time." She heard the soft voice of the medicine cat apprentice, Shimmerpaw. "Come, follow me. This is urgent." Shimmerpaw was only a blur of creamy brown as she instantly raced away. Seapaw scrambled up to go after her, yelping and collapsing as pain grabbed at her leg.

"Umm...hehe...sorry." Shimmerpaw returned, obviously in a hurry. "Slowly get up, don't balance yourself on the injured leg." Shimmerpaw instructed, sweeping to her side.

Seapaw grumbed inaudibly as she leaned against the peach shaded she-cat. She was still trying to chase sleepiness away by blinking numerous times. It was almost dawn. She didn't exactly understand what was going on, besides, she felt too tired and dizzy to figure out.

She just followed a hurrying Shimmerpaw.

Seapaw felt her sleepiness and blurry vision blast away as she arrived at the nursery. She saw Crowkit's small chest rise and fall in a hurried pace. From the corner of her eye she spotted Melodicsong and Dewfall, watching over their son anxiously.

"It's been seven days?" She automaticaly asked, thinking back to her conversation with her mother.

"You were in Temporary Slumber from the venom." Starsky mewed as she brushed her paws over Crowkit's tiny body. Starsky took some berries and wrinkly leaves in her mouth, chewing quickly. The ginger and white she-cat spat out the poultice, and rubbed the disgusting goo over Crowkit's chest.

"We're losing him...I'm not sure if I can do much else." Starsky confirmed, sighing. Seapaw jumped as a sudden gurgling/choking noise erupted from her brother's throat.

"Ssss-seea-e-p-p-paw-aw." Crowkit hissed, writhing in his nest. "S-ss-sea-p-p-paw-w." Crowkit insisted once more. "What is it Crowkit?" Seapaw choked back a sob.

The tiny black kit gasped, his breathing shallower and faster each heartbeat. She could see him struggle to gulp down fresh, sweet air, and she almost forgot to breathe too.

"Sea-p-se-ea-pp-paw!" He heaved and opened his mouth once more,

"She will be the Last of the First

Posessed by the missing Clan,

Evil is near once more.

The Floods will conquer

The Flower will turn

And the Bird will aid.

But there shall be more

The trusted will betray

Enemies befriended,

Everything will change if

The chosens fail to do it at the right time."

Crowkit spluttered and his head fell with a muffled thud. Seapaw crouched over and examined his hazel eyes. They were glazed over, staring at her with an emptiness. She closed her eyes and presed her muzzle into his cold and stiff body, his words flashing in her mind.

Dewfall bowed his head, trying to be strong for his family, showing no tears. Morningpaw groaned and leaned on her weeping mother. Although the sister's hadn't known him much, tears were shed.

Starsky and Shimmerpaw left the mourning family, padding into their den as the sun peeked over the pines of ShadowClan.

000

(A/N: It had been half a moon since their brother's death.)

"Ooh! You almost got it." Carolbreeze praised her apprentice as they finished fighting lessons. Seapaw shrugged lightly, trying not to look disturbed or upset.

"You know you'll get better." The Carolbreeze purred, placing her tailtip on the gray apprentice's shoulder.

"I know." Was the dull reply.

The pretty, golden-brown she-cat cocked her head to the side. "Then why the sad face?" Seapaw swiped a paw at a twig, then sighed wistfully. "I want to go to the Gathering."

Carolbreeze glanced at her, "Sorrowstar decides that...But I'm sure you'll go." Seapaw looked up at her mentor, a twinkle in her eye. "You really think so?" Carolbreeze rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, "Yes...if it'll make you go. Lessons are over for the day."

Seapaw giggled, padding away from the shadowed training area.

"And don't forget to give the elder's food, FIRST!" Carolbreeze called after her. A pale gray tail was flicked, indicating she had heard.

"She always forget's doesn't she?" Flashripple mused. Carolbreeze felt her heart flip in surprise at the sudden voice. She turned to the broad-shouldered tom, blushing a light shade. "Yes, and that's pretty much why I reminded her." There was an awkward silence.

"Umm...the fresh kill pile's kind of low...and maybe we could--"

"YES!" Carolbreeze replied quickly, cutting him off his sentence. She realised she had screamed the answer, and she blushed harder. Flashripple laughed, brushing past her.

Carolbreeze's breathing stopped when his fur touched her's. Tingles were waltzing all over her body, and she could feel more color rush to her face.

"Hello?" Flashripple mewed, shuffling his paws on the earth. He examined her dazed eyes and blushed as she blinked. Her mind came back to earth and she fluttered her eyelashes unconciously. It was her way of blinking away thoughts. "Uhh let's just go." Carolbreeze stuttered, then said in a more firm voice,

"Race ya to the lake! Last one there takes a swim!" Flashripple growled playfully as he darted after the running she-cat. He was named 'Flash' for a reason. He could outrun all the cats in the forest, and that statement wasn't exaggerated.

Soon, Carolbreeze found that he was nowhere in sight, most likely at the lake.

000

Seapaw took a bite of a fresh sparrow. It sent warmth throughout her slightly cold body, its delicious juice satisfying her taste buds. She slowly munched on the tender meat, watching three kits play.

"I am the great and beautiful Tawnypelt!" A red ginger she-kit declared, puffing out her chest.

"Cherrykit, I thought we agreed that Swampkit was Tawnypelt." A black tom kit with a brown underbelly scowled.

Swampkit-a dark brown she kit with light brown stripes-nodded. "Yeah, listen to Nightkit." She howled, settling by her brother.

Cherrykit huffed, "Well, I'm prettier then she is." Swampkit wiggled her tongue at her. "But I look more like Tawnypelt. And you resemble the whatchacallit-Squirrelflight." Cherrykit pouted, her strange, contrasing, silver eyes gloomy. "Fine..." Nightkit grinned from ear to ear.

"I will be Sharptooth! Raaar!" Nightkit pounced inbetween them, fake growling.

Seapaw tilted her head to the side in amusement as Cherrykit grumbled. "I'm just wondering, how come Tawnypelt always saves the day? I know she's from ShadowClan's history, which means she's awesome, but can Squirrelflight rescue someone for a change?"

Nightkit shrugged. "Sure, but let's start at where we just were." Swampkit sighed, flinging herself on the floor. "Help! It's Sharptooth." She droned in a dull voice.

Cherrykit squealed, "I'll save you!" She jumped at Nightkit like she was about to kill prey.

Seapaw's mind whirled. She saw an image.

A pretty ginger she-cat leaped at an object, the same way Cherrykit had pounced on Nightkit. The cat avoided it, skidding to a halt. It turned the little object over, and two, ice-blue innocent eyes were revealed. It was a kit, a silvery white kit with ginger-gold patches.

Seapaw blinked and the image ran away. There was something familiar about the kit she had seen in her mind...something.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around the Stone Stand for a Clan meeting!"

Seapaw's heart pounded so furiously she thought it would break open her chest.

"I want to go!"

I'm starting a new series but I haven't even actually made it yet, but I know I will. REMEMBER: I'm going on a vacation really soon, so I won't update for two weeks(my vacation is that long).

Even though I haven't made the new series yet, its called: Four Skies-Book one: The beginning