The Winds Of Change

Summary

Cinderkit has always known that she wants to become a strong warrior. But after witnessing one of her sister's die from green cough, Cinderkit trains to become PineClan's next medicine cat.

Promises And Dirt Fights

Wildkit stares at me with a heavily annoyed look on her face as I swept up the herbal leaves that had been scattered onto the floor. An injured blind cat named Hopekit had accidentally knocked over the jar that contained the herbal treatment, and we were stuck cleaning it up, Hopekit had offered to help, but Leafpool shooed her away. Another kit, Tempestkit had offered to help as well, and in order to avoid being shooed away, she hid under one of the medical tables.

I sigh softly to myself as I continued to sweep up the leaves. I'm six moons today, cleaning the medicine den isn't even the worst punishment. The WORST punishment is my apprentice ceremony getting pushed back two moons. STUPID, BRATTY little Foxkit is gonna be an apprentice before me.

"You know what Wildkit? I'm thinking about becoming a Medicine cat when I get older." I said, once I had safely put the glass jar back on the wooden table. Wildkit just stared at me in confusion.

"What?" I asked, staring at her with confused eyes. She just laughed and replied after a few moments of silence.

"Nothing, I'm just surprised, that's all. You know, we could both train to be medicine cats!" Wildkit replied, with a wide grin on her face.

"But I thought your dream was to become a strong warrior so that you can help out the clan?" I said, staring at my friend with wide amber eyes.

"I can change my mind when I want to. And mom can't say anything about it, nore can dad." Wildkit says proudly, staring at me with shining eyes. I smiled and we touched our front paws together.

"Let's do it together, me and you both work hard to become medicine cats." I say, and Wildkit nods her head with a bright smile on her face.

WILDKIT

We were also stuck cleaning the dirt place for sneaking out of of camp last night. I sighed and looked at Willowkit.

Willowkit stares at me with a heavily annoyed look on her face.

"What?" I ask, staring at her with confused eyes. She just coughs and continues staring at me.

"It's not my fault we're cleaning the dirt place!" I exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.

Willowkit coughs. "Uh… Did you forget? YES IT IS DOOFUS!" I turn away from Willowkit, and kick some dirt on her. I snicker under my breath, but I know she hears it. Willowkit jumps in the dirt, and some gets in my mouth.

"AGGHH. NOT COOL." I yelled. Now it's Willowkit's turn to snicker. I frown, and tackle her, bathing us both in dirt. Of course THAT's when Firestorm decides to show up. Couldn't have been five minutes earlier when we weren't both completely covered in dirt?

"WILDKIT. WILLOWKIT. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" I groan, and wonder what punishment will be added on to our already disgusting punishment.

"Well, Mom, what did you want us to do? The dirt just composts anyway! The only thing it's useful for is to get us covered in dirt!" I say, as Willowkit starts laughing.

Now Mom's snickering. StarClan this is embarrassing. Now she's laughing. Ooh, it turns into a full fledged cackle. I kick dirt on her face and run out through the dirt place, heading to the edge of our territory.

I sigh when I get there. I'm six moons today, The dirt isn't even the worst punishment. The WORST punishment is my apprenticeship ceremony getting pushed back two moons. STUPID, BRATTY little Foxkit is gonna be an apprentice before me.

'Why does Foxkit get to become an apprentice before me anyway? She's a little spoiled brat.' I thought to myself with frown. 'I mean, is sneaking out of camp really that bad?' I wondered as I stood up to make my way back to the dirt place. But a sudden sound in the bushes made me freeze in place.

"She's ready. GET HER!" I stopped and twitched my ears at the voices. It's that voice again. Am I imagining things?

"Who's there?" I called but there was no answer, and before I could do anything, something jumped out of the bushes and leapt right at me. I yelped and kicked at whatever or whoever was on me.

"She's the one we're looking for!" A slimy voice says from the shadows, and my eyes widened in horror. It was then that I realized that whoever these cats were, they were looking for me. But why? What do they want with me?

"Are you a kit from PineClan?" Another voice, this one female spoke up. I stared at them with narrowed eyes. I wasn't telling these crepes anything.

"We can do with this kit, she'll do just fine. She's the one that we need after all." The first voice said, and before I could run away or yowl for help, everything went black.

I wake up. I can't tell how much later, but I know I was out for a while. I'm in some sort of weird material. It's scrunched up on one end, and I can see a small ray of moonlight shining in. I work to riggle my way out, but I'm having trouble fitting through. But I can see out now.

Three cats are standing in a weird triangular pattern, with little flaming cylinders. They poke themselves with something that looks like a silver twig, and begin chanting in a language I don't know. Blood drops to the ground from where they poked themselves. Why would they make themselves bleed?

Now the real weirdness starts. Their legs become long and lanky, their snouts shorten, and their fur disappears. They. Are. Twolegs. I blink, not sure if I'm seeing things. I blink again and shake my head. I bite myself. It hurts. I don't think I'm dreaming...

"Hey, you, uh, chantey guys, how's life? What's the chanting about? You know it's really freaky right?" The twolegs turn and stare at me and chills roll down my spine. Then they turn back to their... blood sacrifice? And chant louder.

"WILLOWKIIITTT!" I meowed, raising my head and yowling to the sky, hoping and praying to StarClan that my best friend would hear my cries for help.

"What do you want with me?" I meowed but the three cats didn't answer as they raised there heads to the sky.

"Hay, chantey guys! I asked you a question. So can you please give me an answer?" I meowed, but still no answer. I sighed and gave a frustrated hiss.

"She's ready. Put her in the circle." One of the twolegs said, and another twoleg came over and grabbed me out of the bag.

"Put me down you creepy, spindly furless legs!" I yelled, as I clawd and bit at the twoleg. But it was no use, the twoleg wouldn't let me go, no matter what I tried.

'StarClan what do I do now? What do these twolegs want with me? I don't want to die.' I thought to myself as I began struggling even more. 'I just want to go home, I don't care if Firestorm yells at me, I just want to go home.'