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Prologue

It was a dark, storming night. The Thunderclan camp echoed with yowls coming from the nursery as a young queen gave birth.
"Push, Dovewing!"commanded Jayfeather. Bumblestripe paced outside, lightning crackling overhead.
'When will it ever end?'he thought. The kitting had started at sunhigh! Cinderheart's hadn't taken half as long.
"She'll be fine,"meowed a voice from next to him, making him jump. "Don't get your tail in a twist."It was Daisy, her flattened-out cream fur saying otherwise.
"But what if she dies? What if the kits die? I should be in there!"he fretted, ready to barge in regardless of whatever Jayfeather had ordered, when he appeared in the entrance. Bumblestripe had never seen such a welcome sight.
"Is she..."
She's fine. You can go in, as I can see you're dying to,"the gray tabby commented dryly.
Bumblestripe was too relieved to care. He crept inside, feeling for all of StarClan as if he was entering something sacred. Dovewing looked up at his footfalls, pride evident in her gaze. Next to her were four tiny life-forms, a tom-kit and two she-kits.
"They're beautiful,"he breathed. "What should we name them?"
"Can we call the tom Scorchkit, and the white she-cat Flowerkit?"
"Of course,"he replied."What about the other two?"
"You can name them,"she purred.
"Stormkit,"he said, laying his nose on her pale ginger fur, "And Lightningkit."
"Perfect,"she said, not taking her eyes off her kits.
Bumblestripe felt something rise inside him. These bundles of fur...they were his kits. Dovewing was their mother and his mate. It was what he'd dreamed of his entire life, and his once-foolish hopes had become reality.
"Scorchkit! Flowerkit! Stormkit! Lightningkit! Welcome to ThunderClan!"

It was moon-high when Bramblestar worked up the nerve to direct his paws towards the medicine-cat den. When he found, to his disappointment, that Jayfeather was not absent, he braced himself for the tongue-lashing that was sure to follow.
"Jayfeather,"he meowed, dipping his head to the young medicine cat. "How is the Clan faring?"
"Obviously it's restless tonight. Can you sleep during a kitting?" Without waiting for a reply he went on."No, I suppose not. Now, what's the real reason you came? Not for the pleasure of hearing my voice, I suppose. And make it quick. I'm busy."

Bramblestar sighed, wondering how and why Lionblaze put up with this provoking fur-ball.
"Any word from our ancestors? A sign, or even a warning?"
"None since the Great Battle, as I've said before. StarClan seems to be ignoring us, and good riddance to them. I'm fed up with their omens."
A shadow passed over them, making big toms look up. The moon, which had been as bright as the sun only heartbeats ago, was covered in storm clouds. Thunder boomed, echoing throughout the forest. A bolt of lightning ripped through the dark skies, setting the cats' fur on one end. When Bramblestar lowered his gaze, Jayfeather made no reply. For a moment he considered calling Leafpool, but the gray tabby recovered quickly, shaking off his daze as if he'd never been in one.
"Is it a sign?" asked Bramblestar quietly.
" Yes."he said shortly." One that makes about as much sense as badger does." To me, he thought."I'm not supposed to tell you...but something tells me I should. Your choice will affect everything. Listen. I sense darkness in the near future. Beyond that... nothing. And it must not stay that way if the Clans are to thrive. The prophecy...Shadows will pass over the storm clouds, and Lightning's Strike will light the way."
" The way...to where? Are we going on another journey?"asked Bramblestar, his fur spiking.
" Do I look like I know? I'm only the medicine cat. if you want an answer, go and ask StarClan yourself."
Bramblestar sighed heavily. "Very well, Jayfeather. I suppose we will simply have to wait and see."

At the peak of dawn, Jayfeather stopped by to see the kits.
"What did you name them?" he asked Dovewing as the ginger she-kit stumbled into his paws. "Stupid furball."
"The tom is Scorchkit. The ginger she-kit is Stormkit; the white one is Flowerkit, and the tortoiseshell... she's Lightningkit,"she finished, looking down proudly at her newborns."And they're not stupid; They're beautiful!"
"They're still annoying,"he said absently, batting away the playful Stormkit, who had apparently decided that Jayfeather's fur would be fun to explore."Beat it. Wait, did you say Lightningkit?"
"Yes. Isn't it perfect?"then, seeing the expresiion on his face, she stiffened likewise. "Why? Is there something wrong?"
" No...I don't think so...bye, Dovewing..."he stammered as he stumbled out of the shady den into the blazing sunlight. But all he could think of was that this tiny kit was destined to be the future of their Clan.

This is based on SedatedDreams's "Lightning's Destiny!" Check it out; it's an amazing story and so is To Kill Or Be Killed. If you don't I will seriously haunt your dreams.