A/N: Hello! I changed my name to Aqua's Color Palette :3
So, no one guessed the name of the kit but I would like to tell you some close calls!
Silverkit - I thought of that but too simple
Emberkit - Original name, but...
Duskkit - I thought of this name, but I realized it was invalid.
Anyway… on with the story!
Chapter IX
The young kit was still asleep, unaware of the destiny before her. Her mother was unknowing; so was her father and siblings. She was the same, yet she was different.
She looked small and under-average, but power rippled under her pelt. Only two cats knew about her power, but they didn't know about her. Though her face was happy and innocent, that would all change in a flash.
Because. She was Cinderkit. She would fulfil the prophecy the Clans had left behind, never to surface again.
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Cinderkit sat quietly in the corner. She didn't want to play; she was content with watching her siblings. Sometimes she would shake her head, when one was being naïve; sometimes she would smile when one made a good joke.
Fawnberry didn't push her daughter into playing. She knew that it was important to "let sleeping kits lie". As it was, Cinderkit rarely spoke, preferring to do what she wanted.
The young kit watched her siblings all the time. She knew their personalities - Bramblekit was outgoing, Shadowkit was naïve and Brindlekit was talkative.
None of them as far as Cinderkit was concerned were like her. The kit liked it this way. She got strange looks from her siblings, sometimes, but that was fine.
And so it was that this night, Cinderkit fell asleep just like she always had. It was the same as every night… yet it was different.
She never dreamed like her brothers and sister did. She always, always fell into a web of dreamless sleep. Tonight was very different for her.
Though Cinderkit was, yes, still a kit, she possessed the knowledge and wisdom of possibly even an elder. When she fell asleep, she found herself in a beautiful meadow.
As knowledgeable as ever, Cinderkit told herself this was merely a dream and nothing else. A dream, with no backstory, no plausible plot and no reality.
"Ah, young Cinderkit. This is not merely a dream." chuckled a voice from far away as if it could read her mind. Cinderkit was not frightened. Instead, she was pleased to know that this was not a dream.
Out of the shadows stepped a faded silvery-gray tom with bright, wide green eyes. "I am Riverstar." On another side, a sturdy, fiery ginger-and-white tom appeared. "I am Thunderstar."
A wiry brown she-cat padded out from the edges of the meadow. "I am Windstar." Her voice was gentle. A muscular black she-cat appeared right next to Wind. "I am Shadowstar."
"We were the first leaders of the old Clans. We predicted the War, we predicted Rosestar's leadership and we predicted your birth." Riverstar's voice resonated within the meadow.
Windstar stepped forward. "Most important of all, we defined the prophecy that surrounds you like an extra pelt."
Cinderkit had been watching them with wide eyes. "I thought prophecies were only myths." She meowed in her tiny, but strong voice.
"You are wrong, little one. The prophecy that we defined is about you." Shadowstar meowed.
The four cats faded away, leaving Cinderkit anxiously waiting for herself to awaken.
A dim voice floated through her ears.
The rose will reign the dusk, but a disaster approaches. When you find the special kit, the water will vanish and the world will be at peace…
The confused Cinderkit awoke and StarClan faded into the bright morning sun.
A/N: Why do I feel like I'm repeating stuff over and over again?!
Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed!
-Kay