yeah im going to have the former chapter was a little wierd, but it goes along with my plans (mwhahaha) and as i explained i wrote in the middle of the night. im sowwy, but somwtimes wierdness cannot be helped. You get a vinewhisker plushie for reviewing this chapter.

P.S. Vinewhisker: child... (you'll get it later lol)

"Hello! Violetpaw? Are you there?"

"Hmm?"

"I know you don't want to do these moves could you act least act interested?" asked Orchidfur.

"But Orchidfur, I've already learned them. Why do I have to do them anyway?" Violetpaw was annoyed beyond her own existence with these battle moves. She had already learned them! Not only that, but she didn't like the person who was teaching them to her. Now that Snowstorm had moved into the nursery Violetpaw was being bounced between mentors, and right now she was with the clan deputy that in her opinion thought to much of herself and treated Violetpaw like a newborn.

"I hardly believe that. Why don't you show me?" Challenged Orchidfur.

"I will," Violetpaw remarked, "Now if I were you, I'd dig my claws into the ground so you don't get blown away." She could tell Orchidfur was about to open her mouth and meow something. Probably insulting. But she didn't care and concentrated on the first move she was to show Orchidfur.

"If you could just listen to me for a minute!"

"Huh!" Violetpaw huffed in annoyance.

"Were running out of time so we'll do the moves next sunhigh. I'm going on the evening patrol over to EarthClan border while you will hunt near the RainClan border."

"Okay!" Violetpaw agreed excitedly. Anything to get away from Orchidfur. She turned and bounded off, happy to be alone for once. Ever since she and Skypaw reconnected she always had a tagalong. Company was nice, but sometimes she just wanted to be alone, and finally she had the chance to be. She enjoyed the sweet sound of the birds chirps as she wondered toward the RainClan border. The fluctuating pitch for some reason reminded her of her sister's temperament. Her moods changed very quickly and seamlessly. Violetpaw could never guess if her sister was gloomy, irate, or sunny. She was always unpredictable. If Violetpaw did something to upset her she took it awfully, and then forgave and was happy again a heartbeat later. Violetpaw banished her thoughts. It wasn't her sisters fault, because Violetpaw had noticed she was always afraid of something. Always expecting the worst, and Violetpaw knew what it was. Any cat could see that Goldenpaw hadn't ever gotten over the effects of her sickness, and her condition was worsening. She got exhausted and overworked when only walking across the clearing, and though she ate as much as any cat in the clan she looked like a sickly kit. Violetpaw was small and shrimpy to, for in a litter of six there are rarely big kits, but her sister's level of wimpyness was way different. No cat expected her to live very long. Don't think about that! she scolded herself. You're supposed to be heading toward the RainClan border, remember? she had just realized she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. She caught the scent of the river on the breeze and headed toward it. She usually always found something there to bring back to the elders. The minutes passed as she padded on in the direction until the churning river came into sight, and so did something else. A beautiful pure white she-cat with dreamy electric blue eyes and huge belly heavy with kits seemed to stare right at Violetpaw, but Violetpaw could tell she was looking for something else. Someone else. Snowstorm hadn't seen her, but Violetpaw was about to leap out of the bushes and tell her to go to camp. Reason number one: Snowstorm's kits were due today, and there was no medicine cat around the river. Reason number two: She hadn't seen Violetpaw, and Violetpaw was like, the worst ever at hide and seek with her siblings. The rare and unusual white pelt with ginger spots on top plus her brightly colored eyes always gave her away. There was probably some other cat watching her at the same moment. Snowstorm must be really bad at seeking, thought Violetpaw. She was just about to confront Snowstorm when she realized she had gone.

"No!" she whispered to herself as she jetted out of the bushes. Suddenly her mind was tempting herself. She thought back to the teasing. The torturing. She remembered sitting in camp all day cleaning out dens. How the other apprentices had mocked her! She had gone for some battle training with Redpaw and his mentor and didn't know any of the moves. Even the mentor had snickered at her. Of course the evil of her mind wanted revenge, as all does, but there would never be any positive consequences from avenging the mental suffering she had endured, because they were friends. That was over, even though every time Violetpaw thought about Snowstorm she would remember. She would remember back to those days. Those pain filled days. And after she was done remembering, she would thank StarClan that they were over. She scrambled toward the ambling she cat who had passed by, but then Violetpaw realized she couldn't find her. She raced up and down the bank in a frenzy, desperate to find her friend. Suddenly she heard a wail, but it was coming from the opposite side of the border.

"Help!" mewled Snowstorm, "Help!"

Violetpaw flew back to camp as if she had wings on her feet.

"Vinewhisker!" she cried, "Vinewhisker! Come quickly!"

"What is it, child?" meowed the wise medicine cat calmly after she emerged from her earthen den.

Violetpaw took a deep breath. "Snowstorms'-kits-are-coming-but-shes-on-RainClanterritory-because-she-loves-Pebblefur-but-please-just-help-her-or-else…. well-I-don't-know-what-but-she-really-needs-you-so-if-you-could-get-some-herbs-and-follow-me-that-would-be-nice."

"Ok, I'll get the herbs and you calm down. You could talk slower, you know."

Violetpaw simply sat with her jaw gaping. "How…"

"Calm down, child, and I will get the herbs."

"Ok." Violetpaw meowed quickly. She heard some scuffling in the cave and then Vinewhisker appeared, clutching a leaf wrap in her jaws.

"But Vinewhisker-" whined a voice from inside the cave.

"I said no, child. I need you to stay here." mumbled Vinewhisker with some difficulty.

"Please!" The pretty tortoiseshell emerged and longed to go with the medicine cat.

"Goldenpaw, I told to stay here. And if you keep holding me up Snowstorm kits might not make it!"

"Fine," grumbled Goldenpaw, storming back into the cave.

"Alright, you lead the way, child," meowed Vinewhisker, trotting toward the entrance. Violetpaw took off toward the RainClan border, but realized Vinewhisker couldn't run as fast as she. She turned around and ran back in the direction she came.

"Sorry!" she gasped as she came across Vinewhisker looking lost.

"Well, child, you just do everything fast, don't you?" teased Vinewhisker, a glimmer of good humor in her eye.

This is no time for joking! thought Violetpaw furiously as she set off in at a slower pace. They passed trees of burnished gold and fiery orange. The leaves seemed to whisper ominously to each other, as if foretelling a great tragedy or injustice. As if some cat would pay for their past today, as if…

"Stop thinking like that"

Violetpaw huffed and went on, thankful the bank was in sight. Suddenly she felt sick as she realized they couldn't reach Snowstorm, for neither of the cats could swim. Violetpaw remembered, though, a day when she had fallen in the river. A certain section of the river. It was shallow, shallow enough to wade across. She raced down the bank and identified a spot where the water wasn't as dark blue. She splashed in but realized Vinewhisker once again wasn't following her.

"It's ok, Vinewhisker. It's shallow here," she explained. Vinewhisker gave an understanding nod and edged into the water, shivering as the cold waves lapped at her belly fur. As they journeyed to the other side it seemed to take moons. Finally, when they reached the bank, Violetpaw didn't know where to go.

"Help! Help!" came the screech of a she-cat. Violetpaw dashed toward a large boulder. There lay a pure white she-cat, eyes wide, belly rippling, and mouth open in a silent plea. Violetpaw immediately went and lay down next to her.

"It's going to be okay," she reassured Snowstorm. Suddenly, she felt something land on her back. Eyes flashed as green as a leaf and grey spots reminded Violetpaw of pebbles on the riverbank.

"Get off of me!" she screeched at Pebblefur, "I'm trying to help!" At that instant he jumped off of Violetpaw and landed on another cat that was setting down a leaf wrap.

"Get off of Vinewhisker, she's helping too!" Violet spat with fury.

"Calm down!" Pebblefur scolded.

"Help me!" Wailed Snowfur pitifully, begging for something to ease the pain.

"You're in the way!" Complained Violetpaw.

"Now, Snowstorm, child, I want you to-" Vinewhisker was cut off by to arguing, anxious cats.

"Move! She's my mate!"

"She's my friend!"

"I love her!"

"She's in my clan!"

"I don't care!"

"Move!"

"Move!"

"Both of you move! Now! Get out of the way!" growled Vinewhisker. The two cats backed off and sat watching from a distance.

"Will she be okay?" fretted Pebblefur, "Will the kits be okay? Will she get in trouble? Will she have to-"

"Just shut up child!" ordered Vinewhisker. Then two cats watched in silent awe as ripples passed through Snowstorm's belly. Soon, four kits were suckling hungrily at Snowstorm's belly. Violetpaw crept up to see them. Her eyes widened in amazement as she spied the four black kits. Black cats were a rarity in the clans, for their were only three currently, one in each of the clans. An all-black litter was unheard of.

"Not yet, child!" hissed Vinewhisker, "There's one more." Violetpaw stepped back as one more bundle slipped out. Vinewhisker nipped the sack and the fifth kit wiggled out. It was white, but not the same color as other white cats. The pink skin showed trough, for the fur was transparent. It was nothing like any other cat in the clans.

"Quick!" meowed Vinewhisker, "Get it out of the sun! Snowstorm, child, move into the shadows!"

"Vinewhisker! Snap out of it!" Violetpaw tapped the medicine cat on the nose, afraid she was having a moment.

"Child, I think I know more about an albino kit than you. If she doesn't move into the shadows, the sunlight will sunburn her, or worse."

"Worse?"

"Worse. She could develop an incurable disease. A mass would appear on the skin, an ulcer that wouldn't heal. She would lick off all her fur. Eventually, she would grow weak and die," explained Vinewhisker. Snowstorm scooted into the darkness, gaping in horror at Vinewhisker's words.

"What's it called?" she asked. . .

"It doesn't have a name. It's so rare, I've never seen a case of it, but it has been passed down from medicine cat to medicine cat. One thing is-" a look came over Vinewhisker. "The four shadows will block the fire to shield one from harmful light. What they do not know is the real enemy is the sun. If the truth does not come soon, the fire that burns in all may be put out before its true time has come."

ughhh! another prophecy? really? i kno right!

why is this clan so prophecy-clad? i do not know go ask your dad (yeah, i went there)

wait do you get it now, child?

the "incurable disease" is skin cancer.