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Chapter Five
Graykit raced out of camp. She knew she would get in trouble when she came back, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was run. She glanced behind her quickly, but there was no one following her. Graykit let out a hiss of anger and slowed down. She found a stick and pounced on it, imagining that it was Sandkit's throat. She ripped it to shreds and then found another stick and pictured it being Cinderheart. Graykit stopped and sat down, panting heavily. Then she let out a small gasp.
This is where my dream was!
Graykit had only had the dream twice after the first time. But this was no doubt the exact place. Graykit looked around to make sure no one was around. Then she closed her eyes and remembered her dream, lifting off and soaring through the sky. Graykit felt a slight tingling in her paws then the ground vanished. Graykit opened her eyes and saw that she was several fox tails in the air. Graykit let out a small giggle and flew farther up into the sky. She did a few spins and a somersault then soared out over the lake. It was so fun! Graykit let out a loud whoop then dove towards the water. She pulled up just before she hit the water, her paws skimming the lake slightly. Then Graykit saw that the sun was slowly setting, and reluctantly headed back to Thunderclan territory. Just after she landed a patrol burst through the bushes.
"Graykit!" Moonshine exclaimed and bounded forward, scooping her kit up in her jaws. The patrol raced back to camp, and when they got there, Moonshine gently dropped her daughter on the ground. "What were you thinking?" Moonshine demanded, shaking with anger.
"I was mad at Cinderheart and Sandkit," Graykit whispered. She didn't like to see Moonshine like this.
"You could have been hurt." Moonshine's voice softened slightly, and she licked Graykit's head.
Graykit let out a yawn. She hadn't realized how tiring it was to fly. Then she remembered. She was going to tell Moonshine.
"I flew," Graykit whispered.
Moonshine stiffened. "You what?"
"I flew. In the air. Like a bird."
Moonshine shook her head. "You shouldn't be making up stories like that. I was very worried. We all were."
"But it's the truth!" Graykit's voice rose.
Moonshine whirled around to glare at her daughter. "I don't want to hear another word out of you!" she snapped. Then she stalked into the nursery. Graykit stalked after her, scowling.
She curled up in her nest next to Moonshine, her dreams all about being in the sky.
Graykit looked around. The nursery was pitch black, and the night was silent. Graykit wondered what had woken her up. She looked around the nursery. Daisy was curled up at the far end of the nursery, her chest rising and falling softly.
Cinderheart was sleeping in a nest near Graykit, her kits fast asleep.
Moonshine was also sound asleep.
What had woken her up?
Graykit froze.
"Graykit," a voice mewed softly. "Graykit, come talk."
"Where?" Graykit whispered.
"Out in the forest." The voice fell silent.
Graykit slowly rose from her nest and tiptoed out into the camp. There was only one cat in the camp. Thornclaw.
Graykit kept to the shadows and slunk around the camp, exiting through the dirt place tunnel.
The forest was silent as Graykit crept out. There was only a faint breeze, making the leaves on the trees and plants rustle slightly.
"Where now?"
"The dream."
Graykit slowly crept through the forest, to where she thought the tree was. She found it.
"Hello?" Graykit called out softly.
A cat materialized in front of her. Graykit let out a gasp and jumped back in surprise.
"Do not be afraid," the cat reassured her. It was ginger tom with green eyes.
"Firestar?"
The ginger tom nodded. "Come sit." He patted the ground beside him.
Graykit crept over, and when she got closer, she noticed that there was starlight in his fur.
Starclan!
"You have been given an extraordinary power," Firestar mewed softly. "One that Starclan did not give you."
"Who gave it to me then?" Graykit asked him.
Firestar shrugged. "We are still trying to find out."
Suddenly Graykit realized that he was starting to fade. The sun was slowly rising.
Firestar had almost completely vanished now. "One more thing," he mewed. "Don't tell anyone."
Then the Starclan cat was gone, and Graykit was left sitting alone in the forest.
Graykit sighed and rested her head on her paws. It was scorching hot out, and most of the cats were keeping to the shadows. It was the afternoon after Graykit had talked with Firestar. Luckily no one had seen her leave or come back to camp. Moonshine was out hunting, and Jayfeather was out collecting herbs. Tigerpaw was out patrolling and Graykit had nothing to do.
She heard a cat clearing their throat and glanced up. It was Birdkit, the little kit was shuffling her paws nervously.
"Do you need something?" Graykit asked flatly. Sandkit probably had dared her to come over and talk. Graykit peered past the brown she-cat, but saw that Sandkit was nowhere in sight.
Probably hiding and watching to make sure that Birdkit does it.
"Uh, I need to talk to you," Birdkit stammered, "About Sandkit." She glanced around as if looking for her sister.
Graykit rolled her eyes. She slowly rose to her paws and shook the dirt out of her gray fur, sending it flying onto Birdkit. The little kit didn't seem to notice.
Graykit peeked into the apprentice den, and then stalked in after making sure that there was no one there.
"What about Sandkit?" Graykit asked. Birdkit glanced outside then beckoned Graykit towards the entrance. Graykit peeked out.
"Over there, near the elders den. Watch."
Graykit glanced over and saw Sandkit playing with Rosepetal's kits, Grasskit and Treekit. Sandkit pounced on the small Grasskit and dug her claws into the half moon old kits shoulders, making blood well up slightly. Grasskit let out a wail of pain, and Sandkit jumped away from her and shoved Treekit towards her sister, smearing blood on the little tabby's paws.
"Cinderheart!" Sandkit then wailed. Cinderheart rushed out of the nursery and bolted towards her kit.
"Treekit hurt Grasskit!" Sandkit exclaimed. "She made Grasskit bleed!"
Cinderheart whirled around to glare at Treekit, who had a bewildered expression on her tiny face. "You bad kit!" Cinderheart hissed, "You're almost as bad as Graykit!"
Graykit's mouth fell open.
Cinderheart shoved Treekit aside and picked Grasskit up in her jaws gently and carried her to the medicine den.
Sandkit pranced after her, leaving poor Treekit alone in front of the elders den.
"She does this all the time now," Birdkit mewed. "She tripped Rockkit and then blamed it on me. When she thought no one was looking, she fed Flowerkit a few poppy seeds. She left camp and found some catmint and trampled it. She's horrible!" Birdkit burst out, and then glanced at a suddenly very interesting rock.
Graykit could only stare at her in shock. She was the one who had trampled the catmint?
"I-" Graykit started but was interrupted by Moonshine entering the camp with a few mice in her jaws and calling for her daughter.
"We will talk later," Graykit told Birdkit then bounded out of the den, towards her mother.
"Graykit!" Moonshine purred. She had recently left the medicine den for good, returning to helping the warriors. "What did you do all day?"
"I sat around and had a nap," Graykit mumbled.
"You didn't play with the other kits?" Moonshine asked, grabbing a mouse for her and Graykit and stalking over to the nursery.
"They're all younger," Graykit mewed, trailing after her mother. She plopped down next to the white she-cat and bit into the mouse.
"Just because you're younger doesn't mean I can't play with you and be friends with you," Moonshine mewed, chewing and swallowing a chunk of mouse.
She had a point. Graykit shrugged. "And I don't like any of the other kits."
"You don't like Sandkit and her siblings? What about Grasskit and Treekit?"
"I hate Sandkit. She keeps saying I do bad stuff when really she does them. She's a piece of fox-dung!"
"Graykit!" Moonshine scolded, finishing the mouse. "Don't call Sandkit a piece of fox-dung! That's rude!"
"That's the truth!" Graykit snapped and stomped into the nursery, curling up in a ball and falling asleep.
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