The gathering
(This story takes place as if the new prophecy had never happened, if any one was wondering. In case anyone is wondering, Sorreltail is an elder, but a new one, all the apprentices who are apprentices in the new prophecies are senior warriors, all the warriors but Sorreltail and Ashfur are dead (And they are elders) and of course Brambleclaw.)
Darkkit stared out at the camp, at the cats gathering besides the elderly leader Bramblestar for the gathering.
His sister Dreamkit sat down beside him, their sister Poppykit was asleep beside their mother. "Bramblestar is a great leader." Said Darkkit. He looked up to Bramblestar, and wished that his leader was still young enough to have an apprentice.
"Yes," agreed Dreamkit, "It's too bad he only has one life left." Darkkit sighed and turned away. Dreamkit often said things like this, things she had no way of knowing. Leafpelt, their medicine cat, had said that there was nothing wrong with her, she just had a very active imagination. She had asked their mother, Milkclaw, (Whitepelt and Shrewclaw's first daughter) to stay and talk to her after, though.
Leafpelt was striding across the clearing towards them now. She went into the nursery, and a moment later Milkclaw sent Poppykit out to play with them. A while later, Leafpelt stepped out of the nursery and towards the three kits, who were still watching the last cats leaving the camp.
"Dreamkit," she said, "would you like to be my apprentice?"
"Me?" said Dreamkit in a shocked voice.
"Yes, you," purred Leafpelt, "Do you see any other Dreamkits around?"
"Well, no," replied Dreamkit, "But, why?"
Leafpelt's gaze rested on Poppykit and Darkkit for a moment, and it was clear she didn't want to say anything else in front of them. She changed the subject. "If you say yes, you can become an apprentice tomorrow night."
"Sure," said Dreamkit, "But I'm only five moons old."
"Don't worry about it," purred Leafpelt. She walked away. Dreamkit scurried back into the nursery to tell their mother. Suddenly Darkkit stood up.
"Do you want to come to the gathering?" he asked Poppykit.
"But mother says we're not allowed to until we're apprentices," Replied his sister in a confused voice.
"Well we're not going to tell anyone we're going." Said Darkkit.
"Well.. Ok." Poppykit replied. The two kits headed out of the camp entrance.
Darkkit acted calm, but on the inside, he was angry. 'Why does my sister get to be an apprentice a moon early?' he thought, 'And to a medicine cat? We promised each other we'd always do everything together!'
A while later, they arrived, "Wow!" gasped Poppykit. Darkkit had to agree with her. There were so many new sights and sounds! They made to run down to a clearing, when a large black warrior stopped them. Standing over them, he asked,
"And what are two such very YOUNG ThunderClan cats doing here?" He opened his mouth up wide, and in that moment, Darkkit was sure he would never live to become an apprentice.