Hello, all you lovely people!

I do read reviews, and I agree. The last chapter was very dark, and this one will be even more dark. So I have changed the story rating. It's T. Anyways, Cloudkit was created by ThatOneMicah, so thank you, but unfortunately I had to alter him a tiny bit, as my friend submitted a RiverClan OC.

I hope you enjoy reading this chapter!

Stay awesome!

-Girl with a Flower Crown

DISCLAIMER: I'm not even one of the Hunters. Not one.

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From the day he was born, Cloudkit heard voices. Voices inside of his head.

Ugh. That kit gives me the creeps.

Those eyes... Those eyes aren't normal.

What's wrong with him?

With some help from his friend, Splashkit and his runt sister, Rainkit, he had eventually determined that these were the thoughts of other cats.

Speaking of whom, he was playing Hide with Splashkit and Rainkit, and was, as the name suggests, hiding. Hiding just outside the medicine den, to be exact. He had found a clump of thick grass near the entrance and was crouched there, waiting. Sure, it wasn't comfortable, but he wanted to win!

"Pebbleleaf, I need to speak with you. It's about the prophecy."

Cloudkit, whose hiding spot forced one of his ears to press against the Medicine Den's bramble-enforced walls in the most uncomfortable manner, heard Pebbleleaf's footsteps as he padded across the den.

"Yes, Minnowstar?"

Will he laugh at me? No, he can't, I'm the leader.

"Are you sure that the prophecy refers to Cloudkit?"

What?

"Of course I'm sure. He was born to 'vanquished light', and his eyes 'can only be described as odd', after all."

Huh?

"Yes, of course you're right. Thank you."

Cloudkit heard Minnowstar emerge into the sunlight and take a deep breath.

It's so dusty in there, I can't see how Pebbleleaf doesn't cough.

Minnowstar walked away, and suddenly the grass in front of Cloudkit parted and an excited white-and-gray-tabby face appeared.

"Found you!" Splashkit mewed. Behind her was Cloudkit's tiny sister, Rainkit, who was looking disappointed. CloudKit could tell that she wanted to win, and... What was this? She had picked, out of all the good hiding spots, the Apprentice's Den to hide in? Great StarClan, that was a bad idea!

Rainkit's pelt was white with gray patches, the exact same colour (Yes, I'm Canadian) as Cloudkit's, but the similarities ended there. Rainkit was a runt, whereas Cloudkit was big and muscled, and her soft green eyes were about as far as you could get from Cloudkit's golden ones.

"Guys, I need to tell you something," Cloudkit said.

"What is it?" Asked Splashkit.

"I... I heard Pebbleleaf and Minnowstar talking. They said something about a prophecy."

"Really? Rainkit inquired, looking up at Cloudkit.

"Yes, but that's not all," Cloudkit explained, looking down at his paws. "I'm in this prophecy."

He looked up again and saw pure shock. No sympathy, just surprise.

"Forget it." He said, walking away. They obviously didn't understand how much this meant to him.

Cloudkit trudged into a clearing surrounded by reeds, but still attached to the RiverClan camp.

Did you see his eyes today? They seemed to be glowing.

Creepy kit. I can't see how Splashkit likes him so much, she's so sweet!

"Am I really part of a prophecy?" Cloudkit wondered out loud.

Then the ground shook beneath his paws, and he fell on top of a sharp stone. A moment later, when it was still again, Cloudkit lifted himself up from the ground to find his shoulder bloody.

Suddenly Cloudkit looked up at the sky.

"You have no right to condemn me like this!" He hissed, malice lighting his eyes and in in voice. "StarClan has no right to condemn an innocent kit to a life of teasing and hardship!"

Cloudkit unsheathed his claws and raked them through the ground.

"What if I kill someone?" He mumbled feverishly, his eyes wide and spittle flying from his mouth."Will they listen to me if I kill the entire camp?"

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Happy Cloudkit, sad Cloudkit, mentally disturbed Cloudkit.

So... Yeah. Cloudkit is a little insane. Urm... You should probably know that I don't have an update schedule, I just write when I can and type it all up the next time I have nothing that I have to do. It's even worse now that I'm back at school.

Good-by, my lovely readers!