Mistkit sat with her tail curled over her paws, waiting for the patrol. She flicked an ear agitatedly. Why did they have to take so long?
There! Pawsteps pattering into the entrance of the ShadowClan camp. Mistkit rushed over to the entrance. "What did they say?" she squeaked eagerly to the deputy.
Cinderstreak looked down at her, whiskers twitching in amusement. "They said that there was no way they had done that, that there must have been some mistake. "Maybe the scent had drifted over the border," they said. "Maybe the squirrel you found the other day was killed by a fox," they said." He glared at nothing. "Liars."
"Can I help destroy them?" Mistkit mewed, pouncing on a leaf and shredding it. "I know I'm going to be a medicine cat, and that's like the best position EVER, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to rip all their ears off. They don't GET to do that. Rrgh."
Cinderstreak twitched his whiskers, amused. "Too bad you're not going to become a warrior. We could use your enthusiasm."
"No! I'm going to be a medicine cat!" Mistkit picked up one of the tiny shreds of the leaf and dropped it at Cinderstreak's paws.
A yowl from the HighTree interrupted their conversation. Mistkit padded over to the large tree, wondering what her leader had to say.
"Our patrol has just gotten back," Briarstar mewed.
Oh, so that was what it was about. Nothing important. Briarstar was just relaying what WindClan had said to defend themselves. Mistkit zoned out for most of the speech, but shook herself back awake when the Clan cheered. I hope nobody gets hurt in this battle.
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Lightning split the sky open, and thunder crashed shortly after. Rain poured from the skies, drenching everything. Why did it have to be a storm?
Briarstar leaped over a log. Blood was trickling down a flank and her ear was a mess, but other than that she looked fine. "ShadowClan! Forward!" she screeched, as much to be heard over the storm than triumphantly.
The mass of cats fighting surged ahead, and the other half broke away and fled into the open moor hills. ShadowClan had won!
Suddenly, a yowl ripped free from a cat's throat as the last WindClan warrior leaped on a ShadowClan one, grabbed his neck and snapped it in one fluid motion. Eyes shining, the killer turned and ran, probably anticipating the tidal wave of fury, shock, and righteous vengeful feelings. How could WindClan stoop so low as to murder?
Briarstar crept closer to the dead ShadowClan warrior, grief already showing on her face although she didn't know who it was that was killed. She turned the body over. "Acornpelt! No!"
"No!" Mistkit woke with a start. What she had seen... she dearly hoped that wouldn't come true. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream...
Mistkit was hunting in a lush forest filled with mice. Yes, she was going to be a medicine cat, but she still loved to pretend that she was going to hunt.
Pawsteps thundered behind her, and she whipped around to see a black and white cat. "Who are you?" she asked him. He ignored her, instead running in front of her, facing away. He crouched down, into the hunters' crouch. Suddenly her father appeared a few tail-lengths away from the strange cat. Acornpelt appeared not to know the other cat was there. Then the black and white cat leaped on Acornpelt, grabbing his neck in his jaws. Mistkit knew what he was doing, and she also knew that she was powerless to stop it from happening.
She woke up once again, chilled to the bone. Why was she having all these dreams? Was it a sign from StarClan? Well, if it was, she didn't want to have those dreams.
She padded out of the nursery and over to the warriors' den. She had to warn Acornpelt.
"Acornpelt," Mistkit hissed into the darkness. She didn't want to go in and find him and get her ears clawed by tripping over one of the sleeping lumps' tail.
No one even twitched an ear. "Acornpelt!" Mistkit whispered a little louder. Still no answer.
Mistkit gave up. She walked back to the nursery and went back to sleep. This time, her sleep wasn't riddled with nightmares.
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Mistkit woke up a little while after dawn. Now I can tell Acornpelt not to fight! she thought.
Mistkit padded out of the nursery. Before she started over to the warriors' den, she noticed something. Wait. Why is the camp so empty?
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Mistkit ran up to Cinderstreak, who was sprawled out lazily in the clearing. "Where is everyone?"
He looked up. "They left a while ago, in order to catch WindClan's dawn patrol."
Oh, no! Mistkit would have to wait until they got back! She had to warn her father. She couldn't just sit around like a lump!
As if reading her mind, Cinderstreak mewed, "I'm not going to let you go out there. I know you're anxious for your father, but I'm sure he'll be fine."
Frustrated, Mistkit growled under her breath.
I know! She would go to Aspentail. Surely he would understand. Maybe he got dreams from StarClan all the time. Mistkit knew that he did get them, she just didn't know how often. But that didn't matter.
She raced across camp to the medicine den.
"Aspentail!" Nothing. "Aspentail!" Still nothing. "ASPENTAIL!" No sound came out of the den as she waited patiently outside. Not even a muffled sound indicating that he was dealing with herbs.
Frustrated, she sprinted around the perimeter of the camp until she was exhausted. She did this whenever she was either bored or waiting for someone or something; Cinderstreak had suggested this as a way to get her exercise, chase away boredom(pun intended), and get her endurance up. She was quite good at it by now.
Mistkit limped back to the den. This time she yowled "ASPENTAIL! Where are you?" and barged into the den. No one was in the den.
The amused face of Cinderstreak appeared in the den. "Stop yowling," he purred. "Aspentail went with the patrol to treat wounded warriors as soon as possible.
"Urgh… that's so frustrating! I need to tell him something. It's important!"
"Well, it's going to have to wait until the patrol gets back. They should be getting back soon."
A couple minutes later, the patrol got back. Well, actually, Coldflower burst into the camp with a desperate air of her.
"Cinderstreak!" she screeched. "Come quickly! There's been a death!"
Uh oh… things aren't going so well for poor Mistkit! Extra long chapter ;3 Thanks a ton for everyone that Followed and/or Favorited me! It really means a lot for me. Thank you so much again for Silverblaze The Mighty, she is so awesome with her compliments, she's inflated my ego too much :3 thank you for all the support ya'll have been giving me!