Burning Bright: Darkness and Light

by Old Account - See Profile

There is a prophecy. As leaf-bare dies, two will come, one with the power to save the Clans, the other with the power to destroy them. When the cats in the prophecy are born, everyone thinks the savior is Brightkit and the destroyer is Darkkit. But are they correct?

4. Parallel Lives-Part 1

"Do you think she has some kind of power that makes her invincible?"

"Maybe. Or maybe she can fly or something. That would be awesome!"

"Well, she's got to be special. She even looks prophesized. I mean, she has violet eyes, for StarClan's sake!"

Brightkit grinned as she stepped out of the nursery, hearing her clanmates' usual chatter. Noticing that Dawnkit, Redkit, and Brownkit were playing moss-ball near the fresh-kill pile, she hurried over to join them.

"Hey Brightkit! Do you want to play?" Redkit mewed, bouncing over to Brightkit. Suddenly Brownkit tripped on a squirrel tail while running after the clump of moss they were playing with. She fell onto a mouse, squishing it into the ground.

"That's enough, kits," Brightkit looked up to see the voice coming from Creamwhisker. "You shouldn't be playing by the fresh-kill pile. Why don't you go play with Darkkit? He's sitting next to the warriors' den." As the three kits ran off, Brightkit saw Creamwhisker staring at Darkkit, as usual. Creamwhisker was always talking to him or trying to get the other kits to play with him, and Brightkit had no idea why. Also, Creamwhisker never seemed to like her very much, which was very strange. She was destined to save the Clans, for StarClan's sake! Whatever. As most of her Clanmates said, Creamwhisker was just a loner pretending to be a Clan cat, and she had no idea what she was doing.

"What are you kits doing?" asked Greyfoot, jerking Brightkit out of her thoughts.

"We're going to go play with Darkkit." Dawnkit replied sincerely. Greyfoot's eyes widened in horror.

"No. Not Darkkit. You can play with any kit in this Clan, except him. The same goes for you, Redkit, and I'd advise Brightkit and Brownkit to stay away from him, too. You do not play with Darkkit. You do not share prey with Darkkit. You do not talk to Darkkit. Do you understand?" Greyfoot meowed.

"Yes, we do." Redkit mewed softly.

"Good. Now, Brightkit, can you go tell Darkkit that my kits will no longer be playing with him?" Greyfoot replied. Brightkit nodded solemnly and slowly walked to the spot where Darkkit was sitting, eating a mouse. He noticed Brightkit almost immediately, and his fur bristled.

"What is it?" he asked, a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"I just came to tell you that Dawnkit and Redkit are not allowed to play with you anymore." Brightkit responded. Quickly, she ran away as Darkkit glared at her. Brightkit didn't know what that was all about. Greyfoot's decision wasn't her fault. Darkkit should be lucky that Icestar let him stay in this Clan, let alone the camp. After all, he was destined to try to destroy the Clans.