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My mother said that when I first opened my eyes, they looked old and tired. As if I had seen many things that I never want to see again. But when I blinked, they regained their youthful innocence, and my mother's spike of panic had faded.

See, the medicine cat of our clan received a dream from Starclan, not too long before I was born, talking about a cat born as an Old Soul, that would doom them all. Starclan said that that cat would be born with 'old' eyes, and a legacy of previous lives to their name.

If I've had previous lives, I don't remember them at all. I can only remember the time when I first opened my eyes in this world, and everything that followed afterward. I was the first born in my litter, and my sister, Emberkit, and my brother, Ashkit, followed not too long afterward.

About half a moon after we were born, Quickpelt had her kits. All six of us became very good littermates, and we spent a lot of time together…

"Cinderkit!" squealed out my sister, Emberkit, red tail waving like a banner at least that was what I pictured in my mind, knowing her. I opened my amber eyes sleepily. "What?" I asked my mouth stretching out into a big yawn so it sounded more like 'Whaaattttt?'

"Geez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the moss today, "meowed Shadowkit, standing right next to Emberkit. I narrowed my eyes thoughtfully. Usually when Shadowkit and Emberkit are together, they are pranks going on, much to everyone's dislike.

"We have something to show you!" said Emberkit, tail tip twitching with excitement. Oh great. I got up, stretching, making sure to take my time. "Come on, come on!" She meowed. Her excitement was contagious. I found myself wanting to know what exactly it was what they did. Did they cover the queens in moss again? Put a thorn in Oakkit's bedding?

I followed them.

"Oh wow," I said, my eyes wide. I held myself back from laughing as I looked over the mess they had made. Leaves…were everywhere. How they managed to do it I will never be able to guess. Dark red autumn leaves covered our mother's nest, bright yellow leaves surrounded it, and dull brown ones covered the rest of the nursery. It was a mess.

I couldn't help it; I started laughing. Emberkit and Shadowkit stared at me, grinning from ear to ear. "She loves it, " Emberkit said, staring at Shadowkit. "Told you so, "said Shadowkit, swatting the red kitten. "You two are going to be in so much trouble when our mothers get back from hunting," I said, still smiling. Airmoon and Quickpelt will be furious.

"What's going on here?" asked a timid voice. Wispkit, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, popped up behind my sister and Shadowkit. Her thin, lithe body shoved through her brother and Emberkit, eager to see what was in the nursery. As small as Wispkit looked, she was just as brave as any of us, and sometimes even braver. But even she, with her loyalty to the warrior code and the rules, giggled when she saw the huge mess they had made.

A rough voice came in. "What happened this time?" asked Oakkit, looking tired. He was always cleaning up after the two's messes. His blue eyes looked over the scene, his mouth agape. "Oh no…"

"Hehe, they're going to be in such my trouble," I giggled. "Oh, how will they know that it was us?' said Shadowkit, and Emberkit and him shared a look. Without warning, they dashed off, leaving me alone with Oakkit and Wispkit.

"Hey! Wait…" My voice trailed over when a shadow came over the entrance to the nursery. Uh oh. A muffled screech. That would be Quickpelt. She marched right into the nursery, looked over the scene, and glared at all three of us. "Wispkit, Oakkit, come with me. Cinderkit, stay here. Your mother will be back soon, very soon," A thread underlined those words. I gulped. I'm going to get Shadowkit and my sister back for this, I swear.