Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.
The kit was almost six moons old now. Her mother had named her Rainkit, after her deep blue eyes and glossy silver pelt. Nightwind had been thinking about his dream ever since he had it. The old medicine cat was normally out walking around the camp, but even though the sun was shining warmly on that early new-leaf morning, he stayed in his den. His questions: What was the ancient danger? How would a drop of rain affect it now? Millions had fallen before, why hadn't they stirred it? What was up with the shadow-cats? Did the vision have anything to do with the prophecy? What?
Suddenly he thought of something. Rainkit. If the mist the rain-soaked cat had appeared from in his dream was supposed to be Silvermist, and the pouring rain Wildstorm, then was that cat Rainkit? It fit together. Then he remembered something he had never seen in his dream. The cat that was supposedly Rainkit had a darker gray streak on her right leg that wound around it, ending in a small spiral just above her paw. Rainkit had that same marking, in the same spot and position. So she was the cat from his dream? Could she also be the drop of rain that would awaken the ancient evil the prophecy told of? Did the shadow-cats represent that evil? Nightwind was suddenly anxious. He had to tell Dawnstar. Was Rainkit going to destroy Thunderclan? He felt confused. This needed to be discussed.
"Dawnstar!" Nightwind cried, running into her den.
"What is it?" the leader replied, eyes wide with confusion.
"I… need to tell you… a dream… the kit…" the medicine cat stammered.
"What about them? Did you have a dream about a kit?"
"Not exactly… I had a dream that a cat appeared from the mist, and spoke to her Clan about an ancient danger that would rise up… then she disappeared, and told me her prophecy."
The leader's eyes were full of excitement, nervousness, and fear. "What was it?"
"She said: 'An ancient danger will be woken with a single drop of rain.' I think that 'rain' is Rainkit."
"What? Why?"
"It all fits. The mist in my dream is Silvermist. The cat in my dream had a rain-soaked pelt. The harsh thunderstorm that was going on in my dream was Wildstorm of Thunderclan."
"What does that have to do with the prophecy-?"
"I wasn't done. The cat in my dream had a marking on her right leg—a streak of dark gray that ended in a spiral just above her paw. Rainkit has that same marking, same place and position. It all fits—she was born from mist and storm, and her name is Rain. She has the marking. She is the one who will rouse the danger, but whether on purpose or by accident, I have no idea. Nor do I know what kind of ancient danger the prophecy spoke of."
"If she is prophesized by Starclan to do such a thing, then we must be careful. When she becomes an apprentice, we must take special surveillance on her. Even when she becomes a warrior, she will need surveillance. Try and teach her no ambition, keep her down.. we must be strict about the Warrior code with her…" Dawnstar rambled, obviously shocked. She seemed to be forgetting that Nightwind was a medicine cat. What if Rainkit…
"Dawnstar, but what if Rainkit decided to be my apprentice?" Nightwind asked. Dawnstar stopped talking, and gazed at him.
"That… might help," she mewed. Apparently she would not be getting over this soon.
"I can try and coax her into life as a medicine cat. I'm old, Dawnstar. If I don't get an apprentice, who will take my place? She seems hopeful. She isn't as vigorous as most of the other kits. She seems more serene, even for her age."
Dawnstar considered this. "I don't know. Let her decide her own future. Now be gone, I need to think." She turned around and settled down in her nest, and Nightwind padded out of her den. Something told him that Rainkit was more than just an otherwise normal kit in a prophecy…