A/N: Okay. Here is the first real chapter. The entire story will be from Leafkit's point of view. Thanks to NewProphecy for being my first reviewer! Second person to review gets to decide who should play a more important part in the story: Gustkit or Meadowkit. One of these kits will get a super important role. You can decide which one!

NewProphecy: Yes, Leafkit is Leafpool reincarnated. Unless, of course, you think that is lame. Tell me if its ok.

Chapter 1

Leafkit glanced around the nursery. Her mother, Nightcloud, was sleeping peacefully. So were her littermates, Gustkit and Meadowkit.

With one last furtive glance around, Leafkit crept out of the back of the nursery. There, she stood at the entrance to a tiny tunnel: her secret way out of the camp.

Leafkit had taken to slipping out of camp at night and going to WindClan's small stretch of woodland to think. It was perfectly safe, she reasoned. What on WindClan's territory would harm a five moon old kit? The sheep and dogs had left one moon ago, and she could hide if she needed to.

Breathing in the warm greenleaf air, she walked along a small path until she came to a clearing underneath WindClan's biggest oak. It was surrounded by brambles and lined with soft moss and heather. A few tail-lengths away, the ThunderClan boundary stream gurgled over rocks on its way to the lake.

Leafkit certainly had a lot to think about on her midnight excursions. For instance, why was she a light brown tabby? The fur color didn't run in her family. Her mother was black; her father gray. Her littermates were black. Even her grandparents were all some shade of gray!

How, then, had she ended up with a light brown tabby pelt and delicate white paws?

Another thing to wonder at were her parents' and littermates' behaviors. Crowstar favored her over Gustkit and Meadowkit. He even liked her more than Breezewhisper, his first son. If Gustkit or Meadowkit asked Crowstar to play, the answer was always no. But if Leafkit asked, Crowstar would play until she fell asleep!

Even more confusing was Leafkit's mother's behavior. Nightcloud loved Gustkit and Meadowkit, but acted as if she absolutely hated Leafkit. She had acted like this for as long as Leafkit could remember.

Suddenly, Leafkit was jolted out of her thoughts by a low growling. Spinning around, she peered into the darkness. She could make out a bushy tail, a long snout, gleaming amber eyes… this was definitely not a cat. She let out a whimper, and the creature attacked.

Leafkit felt teeth puncture the skin on her back, and she wailed as loudly as she could. A hot, sticky liquid soaked her fur. The animal continued biting her, then grabbed her scruff and started shaking her. Leafkit saw stars, dirt, the tree… She could feel blackness pressing in on her, threatening to knock her unconscious.

Just as the kit was about to give up the fight, a golden blur shot out of the bushes and rammed the animal in the side. The creature promptly dropped Leafkit and turned, snarling, to face the newcomer.

Leafkit watched in amazement as the warrior ducked and turned, leapt and twisted, and slowly drove the animal away without help from any cat. Then the cat turned to her.

Leafkit managed to sit up. "Who are you?" she mewed weakly.

"I'm Lionblaze," the stranger meowed. "I'm a ThunderClan warrior. What in the world are you doing out here alone? Come on, I'd better take you to my brother."

Lionblaze gently picked up Leafkit by the scruff and set off through the forest. They crossed the ThunderClan boundary and headed into the thicker woods. By now the faintest tendrils of dawn were creeping into the sky, and the birds were beginning to twitter.

As Leafkit was carried through the forest, the sights and sounds set her heart alive, and she wondered why. She was a WindClan cat born and bred. Surely she belonged on the open moorland instead of underneath trees? Try as she might, she just couldn't explain the strange feeling that she got when she traveled through the forest.

Finally, Lionblaze pushed his way into a clearing surrounded by brambles. Two other cats sat there, a black she cat and a small gray tabby tom. Lionblaze set Leafkit down and nudged her forward.

The black she cat sniffed Leafkit's pelt. "Lionblaze, what are you doing with a WindClan kit?" she asked sharply.

Lionblaze snorted. "The better question is, what is a WindClan kit doing out of camp by itself, and whose kit is it? I had to fight of a fox to save her pelt!" he meowed, gesturing toward Leafkit.

Leafkit glanced at the gray tabby. He sniffed her and immediately stiffened. "Stop bickering! Honestly, you two are worse than a pair of jackdaws. Hollyleaf, what color is the kit's pelt?" he meowed impatiently.

Leafkit stared. "You mean you can't see?" she mewed.

The black cat, whom Leafkit guessed was Hollyleaf, silenced her with a glance and then turned to the gray tabby. "She's a light brown tabby with white paws and a white chest. Why do you ask, Jayfeather?"

Jayfeather stiffened again and prodded Leafkit with the tip of his tail. "Who's your father?" he asked.

Leafkit peered at him curiously. She recognized the name Jayfeather- this was the ThunderClan medicine cat! "Crowstar is my father, and my mother is Nightcloud, and my name is Leafkit."

Jayfeather stared at her. Then he shook his head, muttering to himself, and started sniffing her scratches again. "This is pretty bad," he mewed, turning to Lionblaze and Hollyleaf. "I'm bringing her back to my den."

Hollyleaf nodded. "Firestar won't mind."

Lionblaze snorted. "Firestar might mind, but he sure won't argue, is what you mean, Hollyleaf. He wouldn't say anything if you brought a fox in. Too busy worrying about the prophe-"

Jayfeather cut Lionblaze off with a hiss, and then he picked Leafkit up and they started the long trek to the ThunderClan camp. Leafkit took in the sights and sounds of the forest hungrily. She'd always felt more at home in the trees than in the open moorland, though she couldn't explain how- she was a WindClan cat born and bred!

Leafkit soon saw a thorn barrier ahead, and Jayfeather carried her toward it with Lionblaze and Hollyleaf close behind. Leafkit was surprised at how well Jayfeather could navigate the dense forest blind. The cats padded through the thorn barrier, ignoring a curious glance from a white warrior guarding the entrance.

By now the sun had risen over the horizon. Leafkit was carried through the ThunderClan camp, drawing glances and curious looks from cats in the camp. Leafkit saw a bright orange tom pad into the clearing; the sun set his pelt ablaze. The kit gasped. This must be the great Firestar!

Hollyleaf veered off to talk to her leader, while Lionblaze and Jayfeather continued across the hollow. They came to a split in the rock leading to a cave. Jayfeather set Leafkit in a mossy nest and then began selecting some leaves while talking quietly with Lionblaze.

Finally, Lionblaze walked over to Leafkit. "Okay, Leafkit. I'm going to leave you with Jayfeather. He may seem a little grumpy, but he's actually really nice," the warrior meowed. "Hollyleaf or I will check in on you later, so get some sleep."

Leafkit nodded sleepily. "Okay. When can I go back to WindClan?"

Lionblaze looked toward Jayfeather, and the gray tom walked over to the kit. "Probably about a quarter moon," he meowed, smearing green goop over her fur.

Leafkit wrinkled her nose. This special goop didn't smell too good. "What is that stuff, anyways?"

Jayfeather rubbed the mixture into her skin. "This is a poultice of dock, marigold, burdock root, and comfrey."

Leafkit nodded. "Dock, marigold, burdock roots, and comfrey," she murmured. She continued repeating the names until a black wave of sleep crashed over her, and she saw no more.

Virtual Leafkit plushies for all who review. Come on, you know you want to push the button…

By the way, my user name takes a long time to type. So, you can call me one of the following: Fuki (pronounced Foo-Key), Holly, or Cinderpaw.