"Hi mommy!" Chirped the small white and cream colored kit. "I followed you! Are you proud of me?" Yarrowpaw stared at horror at the kit. Mary sat there, waiting for an answer. "Well?" Yarrowpaw looked back at Mary. "I have no idea who this kit is." Snowkit looked devastated. "Yarrowpaw?" Mary frowned. "Then how does this kit know your name?" Yarrowpaw sighed. "I have been taking care of this... uh loner kit. Alone." She looked up at Mary pleadingly. "Please don't tell anyone!"

Mary shook her head. "Alright. But if I find anything that proves that you can't take care of it, I will tell Timberstar." She padded away back to camp, while Yarrowpaw looked back at the 5 moon old kit. "What did I tell you about following mommy and daddy?!" Snowkit looked down at the ground sadly. "I thought you would be proud that I could climb all the way to the bad place..."

Yarrowpaw sighed. "Ugh, I can't be mad at you. C'mon, lets go back." Snowkit shook her head. "I like it here! Its pretty!" Yarrowpaw realized she couldn't keep the kit in the dark cave all its life. "In a moon... you can come move to a home up here." Snowkit jumped up and down happy. "Yay! Sunshine and fresh kill and water and clans! Yay!" Yarrowpaw smiled and brought the kit back to her underground home.

Today Marshpaw was taking care of Snowkit, so Yarrowpaw was free to do her warrior duties. She realized tonight was the Gathering, and hoped that she would be able to go. She wondered if any past leaders had been reborn as kits too. Marshpaw had reported one of his clans new kits looking like Wrenstar, so Yarrowpaw was keeping her eyes peeled.

Yarrowpaw padded into camp, and took a rabbit off the freshkill pile. Shellkit and Ripplekit came up to her and asked to play, and Yarrowpaw had fun chasing them around acting like a badger. The kits squealed with delight and run as fast as their tiny legs could carry them,and it really was good fun.

Her father smiled as he watched his kits play. "Yarrowpaw, when you are finished playing with your kin, can you go with Smallgaze and Duskberry on their hunting patrol? The freshkill pile is dangerously low." Yarrowpaw nodded and set out with her mentor and the dark warrior. "Where are we hunting?" She asked. "Me and Duskberry are headed for the left field. Can you cover the Lavender Forest near Twolegplace?"

Yarrowpaw nodded and headed for the relaxing field of purple herbs. She sniffed around the trees for signs of prey. She caught a whiff of something delicious- not prey though, or lavender. Under it there was a evil tone, like it was a trap of some sort... despite this, Yarrowpaw copuld not resist getting closer... and closer... . . .

CLANG! CLING! CAAAAUT! "We got another one! One step closer to getting rid of this here infestation!"

Yarrowpaw opened her eyes. She was surrounded by cats with stars in their pelts. Yarrowpaw looked around worried. "Am I dead?!" A mottled dark brown tom with yellow eyes approached her. "No Yarrowpaw, you have simply been sent here to receive a message."

Yarrowpaw's eyes widened. "What kind of message?" A white she-cat with long whiskers padded up to the apprentice. and cleared her throat. "The folk of work will break the sky, and turn the daytime into night." Her words were mystical, and Yarrowpaw knew that this message was important. She knew not what it meant, but it did not sound good.

The tom looked at her sadly, with a look of pain in his distant eyes. "When you wake up, you will need to help the rest of the cats there, even if they don't seem like they need it." His yellow eyes rested on Yarrowpaw. He touched his nose to her head. "We are counting on you Yarrowpaw."

Yarrowpaw woke up from her dream to find herself in a cage, in the back of a twoleg monster. Countless other cages surrounded her, all filled with cats who looked like they had given upon all hope. She recognized Rubblepaw of Shadowclan, and Otterstripe of Riverclan. And in the farthest corner of the monster lay a cage separated form the others. In it lay Hawthornpaw.