Brightwhisker: Here's chapter two! Already!

Galacia: Man, three chapters in a row?

Brightwhisker: I'm bored, what else is there to do?

Galacia: Well, you could be doing your homework, or study, or read :D

Brightwhisker: *Laughs uncontrollably* Yeeeeaaaahhhh. Anyways, to my reviewer:

I think it's funny that all cats are sort of related. There's a bit of everything in all of them. Stormfur and Feathertail had ThunderClan blood. Hollyleaf, Lionblaze, and Jayfeather had WindClan blood. Each Clan is linked together by their own blood. Kind of ironic if you think about it ;P

C.H.A.P.T.E.R.T.W.O

The panicked cries of warriors echoed around Flowerkit's ears. She hissed in frustration as she saw flashes of cats whisk by. The stench of blood made her nose wrinkle in disgust. Battle was in the air. ShadowClan was the target. Flowerkit winced when she heard her mother's wail. She wanted it to stop. She wanted to know why these nightmares kept coming. Why StarClan couldn't stop them from coming.

Suddenly the flashes of cats skidded to a halt. One cat turned around and faced Flowerkit. Her hackles stood on end when she realized that the cat was a light brown tabby. Not a cat from her Clan. Scars were etched around its face, and the stench of kit blood rolled off of her in heavy waves.

Why would you kill kits? Flowerkit thought weakly. A look of desperation lit within the tabby's amber eyes. Though Flowerkit sensed danger, she couldn't help but feel sorry for it. Another cat had given this tabby scars. Scars that could not be mended with words.

"Flowerkit!" The tortoiseshell flinched when the tabby spoke. "Flowerkit, wake up!"

The images began to melt before her. Flowerkit blinked when she realized that she was back in the nursery. Her siblings were watching from the side. Their eyes were wide with terror. She guessed that it was Applefur who had woken her up.

"Oh thank StarClan you're awake," Applefur murmured when she saw her daughter had woken. Almost instantly Flowerkit began to relax as her mother's tongue massaged her flank. The nightmare she had was already fading into a dim memory. Visions like these came and went for young Flowerkit. She wasn't sure where they came from, or what they meant.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You woke the whole Clan up," Vinekit muttered crossly. Flowerkit was surprised that he had woken up at all. Her brother could have slept through anything. "Littlecloud had to shut you up by waking Applefur."

"That's enough, Vinekit," Applefur scolded. "We should be thankful that she is safe."

The brown and white kit grumbled something Flowerkit didn't catch. She ignored him and went on grooming her unkempt fur. It had been ruffled by her dream. A dream that seemed far too vivid for such a young kit.

At five moons old she and her brothers were already formidable kits. They could easily take care of themselves if needed be. Applefur had made sure that they knew how to defend themselves in case of an invasion. Flowerkit didn't like the idea of fighting though. All of it seemed to end pointlessly. To her the power of healing a cat was much more appropriate. Sadly though, Littlecloud already had an apprentice.

Stop wishing unnecessary deaths, she scolded herself. Littlecloud was a good cat, and deserved to be treated with respect. He'd been around for many seasons, even back when the awful Brokenstar had been leader.

Flowerkit shivered when she thought of Brokenstar. The former leader had been a tyrant, according to elder tales. He had ruled the forest with an iron paw. Nothing could stand in his way, until Firestar came into the forest. Brokenstar had been kicked out of his own Clan, and stripped of his name after Firestar discovered what he had done. Than after a couple of moons living as a rogue, he had attacked ThunderClan. It was only thanks to Yellowfang, medicine cat before Runningnose, that Brokenstar was now dead.

"You three will make fine warriors," Applefur purred as Vinekit pounced on Spiderkit. Flowerkit dodged to the side as Spiderkit rolled on his back submissively.

"I'm the great Tigerstar!" Vinekit squeaked. "I'm going to rip your throat out and feed it to dogs!"

Spiderkit wailed in horror until Applefur cuffed Vinekit over the ears. "That's enough," she hissed. "Such language is not allowed in the nursery."

Vinekit's whiskers drooped in disappointment as Spiderkit settled down. Flowerkit couldn't help but purr in amusement as her brothers began to fight again. This time over who would have made a better Blackstar.

I'm glad I don't have to think about that, she thought. She didn't want to become leader. The thought of being responsible for an entire Clan was just too much for her. Medicine cat duties were much more interesting to her.

A sudden bolt of pain flashed through her body. Flowerkit hissed in agony as it reached her head.

Images filled her mind. A large figure stood over the body of Rowanstar. Rows of eyes looked on in shock and dismay. The figure stood and began to address the Clan. Flowerkit saw an image of herself, crouched before the great figure.

"This is the darkness that comes," it announced. "A terrible time of danger is rising, one that not even the Three can stop. Only the Marked have the powers to stop it."

Flowerkit gasped as the images faded. She was back inside the nursery the next instant. Applefur was watching her in a curious gaze. Vinekit and Spiderkit stared at Flowerkit with opened mouths.

"What happened?" Applefur asked.

"I-I don't know." Flowerkit stammered over the sentence. Her small frame shivered as she pictured the dark feline figure standing over Rowanstar's body.

"We should take you to Littlecloud," Applefur whispered.

When Flowerkit didn't argue, the mottled brown queen herded her towards the medicine cat's den. Flowerkit couldn't meet the gazes of her Clanmates. She saw Ratscar staring at her suspiciously. Did he think that she was the traitor? She didn't want him to become distanced by her visions. It wasn't her fault they happened. Somehow they had come to her when she least expected it.

Applefur stopped when she reached an uprooted pine tree. Flowerkit could see the small form of Littlecloud as he sorted through herbs that Hawkpaw had found. The brown and ginger apprentice was nowhere to be seen. And for once, Flowerkit was grateful.

"Come in," Littlecloud rasped.

The pair stepped forward, only to be whisked in by Hawkpaw. "Careful, he's been coughing lately," she murmured.

Littlecloud's eyes, which had filmed over in his last years, flashed angrily. "I have not!" he snapped. "I am perfectly healthy. And besides, I have patients here." He padded forward, guided by Hawkpaw's tail. "What seems to be the problem?"

"It happened again," Applefur explained. "The...you know what."

The small tabby's fur stood on end and he looked at Flowerkit in shock. "I thought that would have cleared by now," he meowed. "I'm afraid there isn't much I can do for your daughter at this point. StarClan are protecting her if she has lived this long."

When Applefur glared at Littlecloud, Hawkpaw stepped in between them. "Maybe there's an herb that can stop these visions?" she suggested.

"Herbs will do nothing." Littlecloud shook his head. Suddenly the fur along his neck bristled, making him look twice his size. Flowerkit tilted her head to one side when he stared at her paws. "Those paws of yours, have you looked at them?" he demanded.

Flowerkit shook her head, feeling waves of confusion crash over her.

"Lift your paws." Littlecloud's command was too much for the poor kit. She shivered as she did what she was told.

Much to her shock and dismay, there was something on them. Something that made her heart pulse faster than normal.

A glittering swirl was etched within her pads. Both sides had the same marking. Flowerkit couldn't help but stare at them. There was something almost unworldly about the way they glowed. Something that made her wish they'd never come.

"She is Marked," Littlecloud wheezed. "A Marked kit has come to ShadowClan!"