Prologue
"Go, go tell the clan that Mangledstar is dead... "
The wind once again spoke, whistling through the trees in a death toll. Tatteredfur's copper eyes shown in bright triumph. Oh yes, alas his brother was death. Alas, but still, it was his turn for leadership. Mangledstar had been evil anyway, all the cats knew that. Bluekit needed her apprentice ceremony, Tatteredfur needed his nine lives and name from StarClan. Spottedleaf was a nobel warrior, yes, but the young she-cat still needed something else... something different. Spottedleaf needed to become the Medicine Cat of ThunderClan. Mangledstar had wrongfully begun her training when she was much too young, being only a three month kit. She had survived though, and did some training to become the medicine cat for a while. Brokenear was too old, much too old. The way Tatteredfur figured it, Bluekit and Spottedleaf had a very small age difference.
"Spottedleaf," Bluekit had said. "Spottedleaf, how old are you anyhow?"
And the beautiful spotted she-cat could not reply, for maybe she didn't know herself. Tatteredfur's mind was a blurr, but his step was steady as he walked back towards camp. Who should he take with him to recieve his lives? Perhaps Smallear, though maybe Graynotch was a better descion. Perhaps both. There were many new choices to be made as the leader of ThunderClan. Bluekit was young, yet strong and loyal, she would definatly make a great warrior one day. Perhaps, just maybe, she might become the leader of ThunderClan. He chuckled, no matter what happened, he'd have a place in his heart for that silver-muzzled kitten.
Gawr... I may re-write the original story to make Spottedleaf younger. -shrugs- I'm alternating between stories so it may take a while to update my long-awaited sequal. Anyhow, old One-eye got herself a new name: Graynotch. Because I was very confused during the first story.