Hey, guess what, 'tis me, Amberleaf, again! The first chapter was meant to be longer, but I was getting bored of keeping WRITING IT AND WRITING IT and blah. :P

So, this is Chapter 1! Stay tuned for more within the next few days!! :D

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Chapter 1

Flamekit awoke to the feeling of tiny paws pummeling her fur. She yawned and rolled over, still half-asleep, immersed in her dreams.

"Good morning, Flamekit!" Eggkit mewed brightly, staring huge orange eyes in her face.

"Eek—good morning, Eggykit," Flamekit grumbled. She rolled over again, only to find Eggkit staring in her face once again.

"Brightstar just called a Clan meeting!" Eggkit told Flamekit, shaking her lightly. "You should come."

"What's it about?" Flamekit yawned. "I'm not coming until I know," she added.

"That's just it," Eggkit agreed. "He didn't tell us. So just come anyway!"

"Okay, fine," Flamekit sighed, getting up. Was Eggkit never going to stop bugging her? She reluctantly followed the tiny white kit out of the den and sat down in front of the Highrock.

"Ah, there you are, Flamekit," Brightstar called, looking down upon her with his deep orange eyes. "I thought you weren't going to join us today." The muscular leader was black with a white underbelly, chest, tail and paws, and he had deep orange eyes that seemed to glow in the sunlight. I guess that was why they called him Brightkit as a kit, then, thought Flamekit.

Flamekit sat down, and, wrapping her tail around her paws, meowed, "Yes, go on."

"It has been brought to my attention that the medicine cats have had a vision," Brightstar began.

Why of course, we know that already; the medicine cats ALWAYS have visions. Flamekit snorted, too quiet for her leader to hear.

"Amberleaf?" Brightstar called to the medicine cat. The pretty calico she-cat stepped out into the middle of the clearing and looked around herself with bright amber eyes. The cats in the clearing were murmuring, casting suspicious glances at their Clanmates and then back at Brightstar. Then she cleared her throat meaningfully and all went silent.

"Yesterday I had a vision," she announced.

Go on, go on, Flamekit thought.

"I at first saw the forest. It was beautiful and lush and green—all tales of Greenleaf, no?" She glanced at Flamekit. What's up with that? the dark orange kit wondered.

"I felt like hunting when all of a sudden this dark gray smoke descended upon me," Amberleaf continued. "It was dark and black and it felt like I was suffocating. It felt as if that smoke had a lot of power over me. Then—suddenly, too—a bright orange flame rushed in from the south. It engulfed everything, preserving everything in it's path except—" Amberleaf stopped, looking warily around her "—the smoke."

"But how can that be?" called Earthfire, a brown-orange tom who could make flames shoot out of his mouth. He was a Magical Elite Special. Flamekit envied him. "Fire endorses smoke, it doesn't kill it!" He spoke the words with such spite that Flamekit wondered what he was implying.

"Alas, I know that too." Amberleaf dipped her head. "But the vision—it must mean a cat from our Clan."

"But maybe other medicine cats had the same vision, too? Maybe it doesn't mean a cat from our Clan will destroy the Clans or save them or whatever, maybe it means from UnicornClan or something!" Flamekit called from the edges of the inside of the crowd.

Amberleaf gave her an interested look, and Flamekit had to look away. She shuffled her paws on the ground anxiously.

"Well, whatever it is, we can't spend unnecessary time waiting for it to happen today—or tomorrow, for that matter," Brightstar added, leaping down off the Highrock. "This meeting is now over." He disappeared into his den.

Flamekit was about to go back to the nursery when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Amberleaf beckoning to her with her tail. She bounded over to the calico medicine cat.

"Yes?" she asked politely, looking back at the nursery where Nightkit and Ferncloud were beckoning to her. "I don't have all day…." Suddenly realizing she had probably been "rude" to the medicine cat, she hung her head. "Sorry," she mumbled. "I didn't mean to be rude."

Amberleaf laughed in her silvery voice. "That's okay. I'm glad you noticed me, though," she went on. "I'm not going to keep you for too much longer. It's just…. well, it's just that when we were talking about the dream—er, vision, I suppose—"

"Dream, vision, no diff," Flamekit snorted, and Amberleaf let out a snicker.

"I suppose you're right," she agreed, laughing. "Well, anyway, when we were talking about the dream, I noticed you had some sort of knowing look. Do you know anything about this at all?"

"Yes, but I noticed that you didn't say the prophecy," Flamekit interrupted. Flame will conquer smoke once the forest is lost….

Amberleaf suddenly looked sharp…. and interested now, too. "What prophecy?" she demanded of Flamekit.

"You should know…. the one that came with the dream?" Flamekit enquired.

Amberleaf shook her head. "No, I have not heard anything, of any prophecy. What was it? Or rather," she quickly corrected herself, "what is it?"

"Flame will conquer smoke once the forest is lost…." Flamekit murmured. Then she looked up at Amberleaf again, and, raising her voice back up to a normal level, she asked, "But what does this mean? Doesn't fire usually endorse smoke, doesn't it usually cause smoke?"

"Yes," Amberleaf sighed. "But that's not what I was afraid of. Flamekit, nothing is definite yet, but…."

"Flamekit!" Ferncloud suddenly called from the nursery. "It's getting dark! Whatever Amberleaf and you are talking about; it can be discussed tomorrow!"

Flamekit turned to Amberleaf and dipped her head. "Thank you, Amberleaf, for talking to me like this, but since Ferncloud called, I really must be getting back to the nursery. Bye."

Looking a bit troubled, Amberleaf murmured in her pretty voice, "Good bye, Flamekit, and good luck…. I can tell whatever else you needed to know tomorrow."

"Well, bye then!" Flamekit called, turning abruptly on her heel, falling over, getting back up again and scampering back to the nursery.

And as she settled into Ferncloud's nest for some sleep, she thought of Amberleaf's amused yet worried face earlier that evening, Flamekit couldn't help wondering, What was it that she wanted to tell me?

Flamekit was sitting in a forest, an unfamiliar forest that she didn't know.

Wait, yes, I know this place, she thought, disgusted with herself for forgetting. It's the vision place.

Flamekit sat and waited. There was something to wait for, she just didn't know what. It was only when she saw the flash of fur up ahead that she wondered if she was in danger. She tensed as a twig cracked beneath the unknown cats' feet. What's happening here? she wondered again.

Suddenly a pale blue-gray she-cat stepped out of the bushes. Her fur seemed to sparkle with stars, and her eyes withheld a wisdom that was rarely held in Clan cats, except maybe the elders.

"Bl-Bl-Bluestar!" Flamekit gasped. The she-cat shook her head, looking sad, and murmured, "No, I am Bluestar's distant cousin. My name is Riverstream, and I used to be from PhoenixClan myself."

"Then you're a legend!" Flamekit realized. Riverstream had always been a legend, supposedly saving the Clan cats from some vicious vampire cats, Souldrinkers, as they were called. Riverstream hadn't had her soul stolen, luckily, but she had been killed. She had been mourned greatly by the Special Clan cats, although she insisted she was nothing special up in StarClan. And, as a result of her bravery in her final battle in front of all the Clan cats, the Souldrinkers had never bothered the Clan cats again.

Riverstream, as if hearing her thoughts, mewed sadly, "What you're thinking of…. that may actually change. The 'smoke' in the prophecy is planning to bring them back, to control them and have them kill anyone who disobeys, perhaps worse." She fell silent and, hanging her head sadly, looked down at her paws. "I don't know what to do," she whispered, then started fading away.

"No! Wait! Please, don't go!" Flamekit begged. But Riverstream said nothing, only nodded sadly and faded away until Flamekit could see the trees of the forest through her silvery form.

"No," Flamekit whimpered, feeling cold wash around her, and it was cold, cold, cold, oh-so-very-cold, and then she felt herself fading away, too.

Flamekit woke up to a peaceful, bright morning. She got out of Ferncloud's nest from her place beside Nightkit, Eggkit, Littlekit and Treekit, and, padding outside, yawned. Once she was at the fresh-kill pile Flamekit allowed herself a long, luxurious stretch! before grabbing something to eat.

"Hey, Flamekit." Flamekit heard a voice just behind her and reluctantly turned away from the thrush she was tearing into ravenously and looked up into the eyes of one of her best friends, Cherrypaw.

"Oh, hi, Cherrypaw," Flamekit said, waving her tail dismissively to show her calico friend she was busy. "How are you?"

"Fine. So, what are you doing?" Cherrypaw asked, eyeing Flamekit with interest.

"Not much. Just eating this thrush…. as I guess you are aware that you interrupted me from," Flamekit replied, sarcastically glaring at up her friend.

"Well, sor-ry," Cherrypaw retorted with the same amount of sarcasm in her voice as Flamekit had used.

"Now leave me alone!" Flamekit decided, settling down to eat her thrush once more. Yum, she thought.

Later that evening, Flamekit was laying down after a nice big meal of some mouse and some of Ferncloud's extra milk. Her tummy felt full, and she was content. She yawned and rolled over, pummeling the ground softly with her front paws.

Suddenly she found herself staring into orange eyes. Eggkit was bugging her.

"Eggkit, stop!" she groaned angrily, closing her eyes. But the eyes still flashed in her head, making her dizzy….

It…. so it isn't Eggkit who's staring into my face, then…. She opened her eyes. She was staring into the eyes of a gigantic tabby cat. She could see the den walls through the pale brown tabby shape, but the eyes stared on….

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she screeched. The pale, shadowy tom landed a sharp, unsheathed blow on her head, and everything went black.

"Will she be okay?" an urgent voice asked. A whirl of pale gray fur barreled into the den. Amberleaf sighed, and looked up from her patient to scan Ferncloud's face.

"She'll be fine, I presume" she replied calmly, "as long as you don't agitate her."

"Do you know what happened to her to make her lose so much blood?" Ferncloud fretted.

"No. But if you will excuse me, I must tend to my patient now." The calico medicine cat looked down at Flamekit. Poor mite, she thought. I wonder what happened to her.

"Okay…. tell me if she gets worse, okay?" Ferncloud stood up and left the den.

"Phew." Amberleaf breathed a sigh of relief. Some mothers were just so panicky!! Amberleaf couldn't stand it.

"I…. oh, no…. Tiger….star…." Flamekit suddenly muttered in her sleep, and Amberleaf gasped.

Tigerstar!

Tigerstar, the horrible legend in all the nursery stories; the one who had been killed by Scourge in the time of the old Clans….

What do I do?! Amberleaf paced around her den, thinking. Should I try to wake Flamekit up? she thought, worried. Maybe not. Who knows what it could do to her? But Amberleaf knew that she had to do it. Or she at least had to try.

StarClan, help me!

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