AN: Hi! I seem to do better at updating on weekends. I guess I have more time, so it makes sense...

I got a new notebook a couple days ago. Is it just me, or are you guys strangely obsessed with pretty notebooks, too? Probably just me.

My friend helped me work out details for the plot of this story, so I know what's gong to go on now. Yeah... I didn't actually have a plot before...

DISCLAIMER: Jeez, I'm not Erin Hunter, okay?

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"Can I help?" Ravenkit asked her mother, Harefoot. "No, dear," was the reply. "You'll just get underfoot and in the way."

WindClan was trying to fix itself after the horrible battle with ThunderClan, ended only after Lilacstar promised that ThunderClan could have three extra fox-lengths of territory to make up for the "stolen prey". As if WindClan would eat fluff and feathers! Yeuch!

ThunderClan had taken the lives of two noble WindClan Warriors, and Ravenkit had promised herself that she would hate ThunderClan and all cats who resided there for as long as she lived (she didn't think that StarClan cats held grudges).

Lain in the camp were the bodies of Marshclaw and Heatherheart. Marshclaw had been on guard when ThunderClan attacked, which was why WindClan was totally unprepared. Ravenkit had especially liked the funny tom who occasionally stopped by to see what it was that the kits were playing now, and had been secretly hoping that she would be his apprentice when the time came.

Heatherheart was Ravenkit's father, Fleetfur's littermate, and therefore kin. She had been the one to show Ravenkit how to get the most speed when you run while out (it took a lot of meetings with Lilacstar to allow that to happen), and gave her Badger Rides whenever she got the chance. Ravenkit would miss both cats dreadfully.

The fresh-kill pile was slowly but surely being restocked, and Ravenkit was just about to sink her teeth into the rabbit leg that she was sharing with Snowkit when Swiftfoot's patrol came back to camp, a black she-kit trailing along in the back.

Ravenkit frowned, but before she could go over and speak to this new kit, Swiftfoot beckoned it over to Lilacstar's den.

Ravenkit turned to Snowkit, who was nibbling away at the rabbit. "Did you see that? There seemed to be something familiar about that kit, but I can't quite place my paw on it..." Snowkit swallowed her food with a gulp and purred with amuesment. "There is something familiar about that kit! Her eyes are the same as yours!"

Ravenkit flicked her tail in surprise. Her eyes made her different from other cats; she had accepted that a long time ago. So how was it possible that this kit was different, too?

Ravenkit waited, staring at Lilacstar's den. She saw the WindClan Medicine Cat, Mossbreeze go inside and come back out, this time with the golden-eyed kit. She looked troubled, and Ravenkit was surprised when Mossbreeze immediately turned to where she was sitting, a rabbit bone beneath her paws.

"I need to speak with you," Mossbreeze meowed. She was shaking a little, like a leaf, but her voice was calm.

Ravenkit could feel the sand beneath her paws as she trotted across camp, but as soon as she stepped into the cool Medicine Den it changed to smooth stone.

Ravenkit turned her head to look at the other kit and gave her a reassuring smile. No doubt, if she was even half as nervous as Ravenkit was she needed it.

Mossbreeze stopped and turned around to face them. "There's no easy way to tell you this," she began. "Ravenkit, you're in a prophecy," Ravenkit opened her mouth to protest, but Mossbreeze held her tail in the air for silence. "And I think Shadowkit here is, too."

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What did you think? I didn't really give them time to talk, but I will soon! So... Ravenkit was eventually going to be told by her Medicine Cat that she was part of a prophecy, and since Shadowkit arrived with the same golden eyes, Mossbreeze thought that it would make sense to tell both of them.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

- Girl with a Flower Crown xx

Ps. I'm working on the next chapter right now. It should be up soon!