Hmm, what do I say about chapter three? Well, this is from Beechkit's point of view, and it's a murder mystery! One thing I noticed, though, after I finished with the allegiances was that Beechkit's mother's name is Lilacpetal (nothing strange there), but her siblings names are: Mudkit, Minnowkit, and Mistykit! All M's, it's kinda weird. Beechkit is the lone B. Enjoy~!

Chapter Three

The floodwaters died down, and the battered RiverClan stepped out of the rubble. It was a tough time for the clan. As a deathly storm hit their side of the lake, the waters rose, and the rivers flooded.

RiverClan fled over the border into WindClan territory, where they were generously housed. All was not well, though. Kits drowned, apprentices got sucked down into sinkholes, and warriors broke paws over roots.

Beechkit glanced around the old camp. It was devastated, and worst of all, her twin sister, Minnowkit, was lying in the center of camp. When the nursery flooded, Mistykit, Mudkit, and herself had made it out and onto a piece of driftwood, but Minnowkit was knocked out and killed.

This devastated Beechkit beyond belief. The whole time that they had been staying in WindClan territory, Beechkit was dreading what happened to her sister.

Mistykit and Mudkit always did their own thing. Mistykit wanted to become a medicine cat, and Mudkit had his ambitions set on becoming the strongest warrior he could be.

Where did that leave Beechkit? Nowhere, that's exactly where she was. Most cats thought it was best that Minnowkit had died. She was blind from birth, and the clan was either going to have her become a medicine cat, or send her to the elder's den.

Beechkit promised Minnowkit that she'd help her become a warrior. She'd help her with all of the techniques, and even find a way for her to fish. That was now a lost cause.

She whispered one last, "Goodbye," to her sister, and sat down. A small spark came off of her sister's cheek. Beechkit jumped back in surprise, how could there be a fire with the camp still half drenched?

It appeared that she was the only cat that had seen it though…and then it was gone. Beechkit shook her head to clear it; she must have been seeing things. "It's sad, isn't it?" a familiar voice mewed.

Beechkit whirled around, and saw a jet-black she-cat standing in front of her, with identical amber eyes. "Minnowkit?" Beechkit breathed. "It's really you!"

"Shhh," Minnowkit whispered. "You're the only one who can see me. You see; I need your help with something."

*

Beechkit had only seen her sister's apparition once, and after she was buried, it disappeared. Before her sister left, though, she had explained one thing. Her death wasn't an accident.

One cat in the clan had made it happen, conveniently pushing her under the water. Minnowkit hadn't been able to scent the cat, or obviously see him.

Now Beechkit had to be cautious of every cat in the clan. One of them had killed her sister, and she was determined to find the killer. Beechkit was five and a half moons old, and she would personally confront her leader about the issue.

Beechkit was very confident, and blunt, she wasn't about to let a killer get away with her sister's death. If she was made an apprentice soon enough, she could start piecing the mystery together.

The tall mud-coated reed den that was where the leader stayed lied before Beechkit. She cleared out her throat, and called, "Marshstar."

"Beechkit? Please, come in," the leader responded. Beechkit walked in, and saw Fernwhisker in the den too, sharing tongues with the leader.

"Hello Beechkit," the deputy mewed. "What brings you here today?"

"I need to talk to Marshstar about something, alone," Beechkit added hastily. "Please, it's about my sister."

"Minnowkit or Mistykit?" Marshstar asked.

"Minnowkit," Beechkit echoed.

"Very well. Fernwhisker, please give us a moment to ourselves," Marshstar told the deputy, and then prompted the kit, "You have my attention, what is it?"

"It's hard to explain, but before Minnowkit was buried, I talked to her spirit. She told me not to worry about her, and that everything was going to be okay," Beechkit started.

"Is that it?"

"No. Then she told me that her death wasn't an accident, that a cat pushed her under the water. Without sight, she couldn't see who it was, and being so choked up in the water, she couldn't hear or smell either," Beechkit explained.

"So her death was caused by another cat in this clan?" Marshstar assumed.

"Yes, that's what she told me. After she was buried, though, I stopped seeing her," Beechkit admitted.

"Alright, Beechkit, you must be mistaken. No cat from this clan is a killer, I'm sorry. Please, unless you have some solid evidence for me, I can't believe you," Marshstar growled.

"But Marshstar, you have to understand!" Beechkit pleaded.

"Go," Marshstar responded coldly.

Beechkit's tail drooped down, and she padded outside of the den. She made her way over to the river, and dipped her paw in.

A cat sat down next to her, Fernwhisker, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just found something more about Minnowkit's death, and Marshstar doesn't believe me," Beechkit muttered.

"Is there anything I can do to help out?" Fernwhisker asked.

"Well, if my siblings and I could become apprentices early, maybe I could really solve the mystery to Minnowkit's death," Beechkit thought aloud.

"Alright, I'll run it by Marshstar if you want."

"You'd do that?" Beechkit breathed.

"Consider it done!"

Beechkit let off a purr and dove into the river. Whenever she felt sad, she normally went for a swim. She noticed that she could hold her breath longer than other cats, so she used it to her advantage.

All of the fish under the water were gorgeous colors. Vibrant reds and oranges, to light blues and silvers. Beechkit swam down to where the river entered the lake and surfaced for a breath.

After taking in three gulps, she ducked back under and poked along the reeds at the bottom. There was a large hole in one area, and Beechkit was curious about it. She surfaced on last time to take in a large breath of fresh air, and went down to explore the hole.

It was just large enough to fit her small body inside. There was more water in it before it gave way to air, and a cave. Beechkit hauled herself up onto the cold slate, and looked around.

Beechkit let out a gasp of surprise; it was absolutely beautiful! There were moss patches growing on the walls that glowed like the full moon on a rippling lake. The only confusing part were four small indents in the back of the cave.

Each of them held a certain item. The first held a willow leaf, with a speck of scarlet under it that was shaped like a heart.

The second had a design that had beating eyes with a fang placed underneath. The third had a beechnut in it, and a leaf under that. The fourth had a few blades of grass and a feather under it.

"So strange," Beechkit murmured, looking at the first two. When she got to the third, she mewed, "A beechnut. I'm Beechkit…I wonder if there's any resemblance between the two?"

She shrugged it off, and continued exploring. There was a sandy area to the one side, and Beechkit rolled into it, and began laughing when it clumped on her damp pelt.

She scampered around a bit more, before deciding to leave. A small tunnel snaked off from the main cave, so Beechkit decided to follow it. It split off into four different pathways.

One smelled of pine, the second smelled of forest, the third smelled of moorland, and the last smelled of water. Beechkit figured that she'd take the branch that led to the water smell.

If it took her back to RiverClan territory, the others might just lead to ThunderClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan territory. Beechkit bonked her head on a rock, and let out a hiss of frustration.

She pushed at it, and it flipped over. Emerging into the light, Beechkit squinted, and found herself standing behind the nursery. "Whoa!" she squealed and pushed the rock back over the hole.

This would be her secret, and no other cat would be allowed to know about it. Well, maybe a close friend, but that was it. Beechkit padded out from behind it, and was covered in licks by her mother.

"Fernwhisker told me you went for a swim. When I couldn't find you, I got worried!" Lilacpetal fretted. "But you're here now. Well, kits will be kits."

"Sorry for worrying you," Beechkit apologized. "I'm gonna take a nap."

She walked into the nursery, and curled up in her nest. When she was smaller, she and her siblings slept together in the same nest as their mother, but now that they were apprentice sized, they each had their own nest.

Beechkit looked over at Honeydapple. The queen was expecting a litter of kits, and they were do any day. She was a sweet queen, but her mate, Nightwater, was overprotective, so she was grouchy a lot.

Resting her tail over her nose, Beechkit drifted off into sleep.

-*-

Moonlight seeped through the canopy of trees above, a meeting was being held in the far depths of StarClan. An old, gray tabby she-cat, Hollyberry, was in the center.

"As you know, we are in the wake of the eleventh blue moon," she rasped. "Five kits, one from each clan, will have to save us."

"Hollyberry, with all due respect, how are five kits going to save us? One of them isn't even born! That kit is in its mother's womb, miles and miles away from the four main clans!" a brown tabby she-cat snarled.

"Brightfern, I understand your worry about this, but it will all be laid out. As these four kits become warriors, the fifth will be in her apprenticeship. She will set out on a journey unlike no other. She will earn her own warrior name," Hollyberry answered.

"Fine," Brightfern held back.

"Hollyberry, Brightfern, the prophecy has been received!" a final jet-black she-cat meowed, dashing forward.

"What is it?" Brightfern asked.

"Four with the honor will fight along side with the fifth of paw. As the eleventh blue moon shines in the sky, the curse of the blood shall finally die."

Well, I hope you liked it! Cheers, again, to my two lone reviewers, Kawakage and Fierce fire, and hopefully my story will gain a bit more popularity. I'm off to finish typing chapter five, so please drop a review, and I'll seeya soon!