Chapter 5

Jinxkit woke from her sleep with a start, messing up her dusty nest. It looked like a bear tried to eat her in the night considering her nest was scattered like goose feathers.

"Great Starclan Jinxkit!" Frostshade complained, pushing on Jinxkits shoulders with her tail.

"Fix up your nest and come outside for some fresh-kill." she murmured, rushing out through the entrance.

Jinxkit sighed and began cleaning up her mess, tossing mucky moss aside with her tail, while piling the good stuff with her paws. "Jinxkit! You won't belive this!" she heard her sister screech from outside the nursery, listening to her pound her way towards herself.

Jinxkit groaned and called back. "What?" To herself she sounded startled, even frightened. She hoped Shadowkit didn't realize.

"Flintpaw was found dead this morning!" she wailed, her voice filled with hot anger as she shot through the entrance, once again scattering her nest. "Clumsy furball..." she snapped, pushing her sister aside and remodeling her pile once more. Shadowkit looked at her with sad confusion, tilting her head to the side as her littermate examined her tower of feathers and moss. "What's with you?" Shadowkit persisted, her voice almost demanding an awnser. Jinxkit narrowed her eyes and continued her work without a word. Right now, the only thing that wouldn't set her off, would be complete silence. Hesitating before awnsering, Jinxkit sat down and rested her tail along her forepaws, her eye catching those of her sister.

"Starclan cats have been constantly troubling me about an omen. One that they won't let go or tell me what it means." Jinxkit meowed, her gaze traveling through a gap in the bramble above, sighting a vibrant blue bird whisk by.

"There has got to be a reason!" Jinxkit's troubled thoughts, whirled in her mind, blocking out all memories of anything.

She new she couldn't force herself to stay untroubled. This wasn't something that could go unnoticed. Expecially when cats are dieing.

"You know Frostshade has it." Shadowkit spoke out of the blue. Jinxkit turned her head slowly, as if in slow motion, her jaw daring to drop.

"Sh-she has i-it?!" Jinxkit stammered, alarm firing like a cannon in her head, pounding inside as it bounced around to find her focus point.

She pushed away a potential scream, lingering on the tip of her tounge. "She knows but constantly denies it." Shadowkit explained, ears twitching in frustration.

Jinxkit felt unsteady on her feet as she padded to her sister, her pace quickening.

Shadowkit almost looked spooked as she sped towards her, eyes widening with both caution and curiosity.

"Have you also realized that only the kits arn't getting sick?" Jinxkit meowed, coming closer to Shadowkit.

"I heard Patchfog say that the other clans were getting deathly sickness aswell. He asked Heronkink, deputy of Riverclan, how there kits were holding up with the sickness and he said that there was no sign of the deathly illness in any of them. Maybe our small bodies can withstand it." Jinxkit urged further, her gaze penetrating Shadowkit like lazors.

She watched with pride as her sister pondered the question, her ears flicking in acknowledgment. "It seems like you dreamt that up." Shadowkit meowed, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Jinxkit allowed her mouth to gape. "I didn't!" she exclaimed, her surprise getting the best of her. Why did her sister not believe her?!

Suddenly she heard a horrible cry echo off the camps walls, bouncing and reverberating in and out of her ears.

"Cloudstripe!" She raced out of her den and turned the corner sharply.

She stared at the ground mortified as Cloudstripe visciously thrashed and writhed on the ground, a foamy white substance exiting his mouth.

"Whats wrong with him?!" Mottleflight bellowed, awaiting an awnser. Everyone just stared, horror racking all their faces.

Mottleflight glanced back down at his brother Cloudstripe, and Jinxkit watched as Mottleflight let out a wail.

Cloudstripe twitched once more before lying still. What in Starclans name is going on?!

Terror took hold of her mind as she imagined herself dieing in such a horrid way. She felt herself being lifted up and she groaned.

Looking up she saw Frostshade above her, jaws clapped down hard on her scruff.

"Why do you always stick your nose into trouble!" Frostshade exclaimed, her muffled words coming out in a blur.

"I'm interested to..." Jinxkit muttered, her tail thrashing underneath her.

"Haha! Buzz brain is being carried away by her mommy!" Crowkit hollered across the camp, darting around her older and taller brothers bushy pelt.

Jinxkit looked back up at Frostshade, looking for any sign she had heard Crowkit. Her face remained blank.

Hissing in frustration, Jinxkit swiped at the air, baring her jaws and snapping them shut.

Flamekit gave her a cocky smile and rushed towards the scene near Cloudstripe, Crowkit sneering behind him.

Arrogant kits.

Jinxkit felt her head hammering with the image of Cloudstripe, his life faltering. She finally wanted it to burst.

Being set down, she grumbled under her breath. Watching as Shadowkit and Oatkit nudged herself, to numb to move. Cats were dieing.

Why would happen if they kept dieing? So many cats have died and the clan remained getting smaller and smaller.

She looked at Shadowkit and Oatkit, nudging then away from her. Blinking once, then twice, trying to cleanse away the blurriness in her eyesight.

Almost as if everything froze, she stared from inside the nursery, at the leaders den directly across the camp from the nursery.

Everyone dissapeared and Jinxkit shifted uneasily. Must be something important. She jerked her head up to the first sign of movement.

From the now thickened black sky, a deep, jet black feather floated down towards the earth. It seemed like a ravens feather, or the feather of a large bird. She watched as the feather whirled gracefully towards the ground.

Suddenly, a wave of blazing hot air rushed through her fur and she bristled closing her eyes for a second.

Opening them again, she watched as the ground crackled and snapped with licking flames, the fire spreading over everything.

In the distance she heard the wail of a cat, and as soon as it had started, cats were whipping past her in a blur, screeching.

Pelts were aflame, and cats already lay dead. Jinxkit watched in mock horror and blood pooled at the entrance of the leaders den.

Jinxkit spotted a familiar pelt fly by and she darted after it, following it past the brambles and out into the forest.

She froze as the cat kept running, howling in pain. The forest was blazing. Trees were falling and dropping piles of ash from the sky, thick grey smoke clouds rising up into the sky in a spiral. "This can't be happening!" Jinxkit yelled, as if the world could hear her over the spitting flames.

She suddenly realized who that cat was the was running away into the forest. It was Sunspot.

Shock billowed up inside her and she darted back into camp quickly. She felt smoke clog up her lungs as she feared to breathe.

"Frostshade! Oatkit! Shadowkit!" Jinxkit wailed, following every cat she could around.

She finally spotted a row of kits being herded towards the brambles, her mother pudding them along.

Racing up to them she heard one of the kits complain. "Frostshade I can't breathe.."

Jinxkit looked at all the kits, inspecting them so she could make them all out. She saw Oatkit, Shadowkit, Crowkit and Flamekit.

What shocked her was she spotted the last kit. Fluffy grey coat and pale blue eyes.

Herself.

Gasping and stepping back she watched as she, herself cough and hacked, Frostshade soothing her with a gentle pat on the back.

"I knew this would happen." one of her clanmates said. Jinxkit turned to look at Crowkit who was muttering something to Flamekit.

She then realized that the voice had come from herself.

Jinxkit stared at the scene before her with sheer terror and darted away not sure what to make of them. A vision maybe?

She prayed none of this was real, that it was only her imagination. Everything rushed back to her in a second, images of her family and her clanmates flashing in the back of her mind.

The fire also made a return and she grimaced at the terrifying thought. Finally the last image was of a jet black falling feather.

Jinxkit swayed as Shadowkit raced over to her side, leaning on her to keep her from falling. She was back in reality.

"Jinxkit? Jinxkit?!" Oatkit yelped, darting over to her other side. "What's wrong?" Shadowkit demanded, laying her down.

"Nothing. I'm fine now." Jinxkit replied. At least she hoped so.

She prayed to Starclan it wasn't a sign, that it was only a memory that Starclan decided to share with her.

She sniffed the air and smoke filled her nose, making her cough. No. Not this. Could it be? A moment before she gave a warning cry, she heard a blaring voice. "FIRE!"

{[Author's Note]}: O.M.G GUYS I AM SO SORRY! This has been so late! I really didn't have a lot of inspiration to write this over the last month and with school and everything else never found the time either. I tried to make this eventful, and leave it off at a cliffy, so I hope you enjoy. Like I said, some parts may be raw and boring, with little detail, but like I said. Wasn't very inspired. I also couldn't find the alligiences either for my clan so lol FAIL xD Trying to remember what the leaders name was... Anyway hope you enjoy and expect some more FADED SECRET! Please R+R! Nothing really negative like; "Delete this book cuz it sucks." Only Constructive criticism and if possible comment like "YOUR AMAZING!" xD Love you all!

~Shinny 3