Ch.1
She felt her mother's fur in her face, the silver!
Songkit nestled deeper into her fur, something cold was buffeting her! Was that what her mother had called snow? She gave a wail and then spotted the tortoiseshell she-cat who gave her licks and beside her another kit was licking her sister next to her.
Songkit opened a blue eye as she heard a crackle of leaves. She then heard the sound again, she opened the second one and stretched letting her paws slide in front of her and sinking her hind leg into the soft ground of the nursery. She stretched her jaws and yawned. Such a beautiful dream!
Suddenly the air rushed out of her mouth as she felt a weight crash on her and she whipped around hoping to catch a glimpse of her opponent, Songkit gave a startled yowl of fear as she was rolled onto her back and a white she-cat with hungry blue eyes glared at her, the opponent lashed out a black paw…
"You didn't know I was there didn't you?" questioned the white she-cat her blue eyes gleamed.
"Get off me Wingkit! You big lump," grumbled Songkit and she shook her pale gray pelt hoping to rid of the leaves in her fur now. "Now look at the leaves I can't get rid of," Songkit complained and she attempted with her white paws to bat at them.
"It's not a big deal Songkit," Wingkit grabbed a leaf out of Songkit's pale gray fur and then gave it a couple of licks to stop it from sticking out. "Neat-freak,"
"We are becoming apprentices today," Songkit furiously snarled. "I want to look good in front of whoever my mentor is going to be,"
"Herontalon," Wingkit interrupted.
Songkit glared at her. "How do you know?" And then shook her pelt violently and she did enough that all the remaining leaves fell out. "I mean you are not Birdstar,"
"Well she told me herself," answered Wingkit, she seemed proud of herself and raised her head high. "My mentor is Skyfeather,"
"I bet she gave it to you in a begging plea for you to stop sneaking around the camp," Songkit sighed, her tail tip twitched. "As an apprentice you have no right to eat before the elders,"
"Well we only have Duckpads as an elder," Wingkit pointed out with a lash of her tail. "And he even walks weird," Wingkit wrinkled her nose.
"First of all," Songkit glared at her sister. "Duckpads eats like a clanful of cats. Second, you have to show respect to your elders, he got hit by a monster mind you,"
"Well," Wingkit glanced at her sister, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "We'll handle it the hard way," and she leapt at her sister plummeting her down with her black paws.
Songkit squealed and she fought back by pushing her sister with her white paws and they rolled onto the ground, dust entering their fur.
"What are you doing?" Bluebird gasped. "You are hurting each other!"
Wingkit pushed her sister away. "We are fine Bluebird, see?" Wingkit ran in a small circle. "No scratches!"
"We are also practicing to be warriors," added Songkit.
Bluebird shook her head crossly. "When you are warriors you will fight, but you are only tiny kittens! I will not be surprised if you of you get hurt,"
"I am going easy on Songkit," Wingkit looked up at Bluebird snorting.
"Not fair!" shrieked Nightkit as she tackled Songkit onto the ground. "They get to actually fight, why don't we?" complained Nightkit.
"Get of me you lump of fur," Songkit shook off scraps of debris from her fur. "We only get to do so because we are going to be apprentices today," Songkit cocked her head at that.
"You do that everyday," Talonkit sprinted to Wingkit's and Songkit's side of the nursery.
"Not since we were born," pointed out Songkit giving a lash of her tail.
"Oh yeah since you were born," Nightkit her amber eyes blazed, this was a very heated argument. "Featherberry told us that you have been fighting each other ever since you left her belly, she mewed that after you came out Songkit, that Wingkit pushed Songkit and you guys just kept fighting," Nightkit gave Talonkit a satisfied glance.
"Oh maybe you don't get to fight because Bluebird says so," Wingkit whipped around with Songkit padding after her with Bluebird's jaws open.
Featherberry entered the nursery, moss in her jaws.
"Hi mom!" Songkit buried her muzzle into her mother's fur with Wingkit doing to same thing.
"My apprentices," purred Featherberry sweeping her tail around both of them. "Don't think I forgot,"
Boy, am I lucky to have a mom like Featherberry, imagine being Talonkit or Nightkit! They can't even touch each other! Songkit thought with pleasure.
"And look at you two!" Featherberry's look of pleasure turned dismayed. "Look at all the dust in your fur!" Featherberry began giving Songkit rough licks, trying to free the dust in her fur.
Songkit licked her own fur while her mother rasped her tongue across her head. "Thanks mom," purred Songkit.
On the other hand, Wingkit was not that appreciative. "Stop it," Wingkit flashed her black paw to push her mother's tongue away from her and Featherberry did so in time to avoid being clawed by her own daughter.
"She reminds me of your father everyday," purred Featherberry, though a look of sadness crossed her face. Their father was named Blackwing and he had died from a raid from FireClan. Wingkit was named after him.
"I can't wait to be an apprentice," squealed Wingkit and she looked ready to pounce on Songkit until Featherberry grabbed her by the scruff.
"Not fair!" wailed Wingkit, while Nightkit and Talonkit on the other side of the nursery purred in amusement.
"You are not to fight," Featherberry told her firmly. "Your ceremony is at sunhigh and as your mother, I don't want you to look like a band of rogues,"
"I won't get in trouble," promised Songkit and she glanced expectantly at her sister.
"Wingkit?" Featherberry's tone was gentle but firm.
Wingkit ducked her head down.
"I'll keep an eye on both of them," promised Bluebird. "You can continue your warrior duties Featherberry,"
"And if anything goes wrong, the news will go directly to me," Featherberry glared at Wingkit, who nodded smugly.
Featherberry was an unusual queen, she preferred not to be a queen but to do her warrior duties.
As soon as Featherberry left the nursery Wingkit turned fierce. "What are we supposed to do? We have to wait till' sunhigh? It's only twilight!"
"I'll have a nap," Songkit told her sister, so sleepily and she walked over to a clump of moss and arranged a clumsy nest.
"You can get fresh-kill for me," suggested Bluebird to Wingkit.
Wingkit gave a lash of her tail. "Alright,"
"Oooh, mom, can I have some of it too?" Talonkit eagerly leapt at his mother.
"Me too!" added Nightkit leaping with Talonkit.
"Of course not!" Bluebird gave each of them a sharp nudge. "You will get your food yourselves,"
Songkit twitched her ear. How could she sleep when there were three kittens in this nursery were louder than a fox in a fit and a queen who could not keep her voice down?
"Here," Something sweet caught Songkit's nose and she spotted Wingkit drop a mouse in front of her.
Wingkit pushed a fat squirrel to Bluebird who purred thanks to her and Wingkit arranged a nest for herself resting next to Songkit.
"Want to have some of the mouse?" asked Songkit and she nudged the thin mouse.
"Sure," purred Wingkit and both of the kittens tore into it deliciously and after that Songkit fell into sleep.
Songkit found herself in an open moorland with endless fields of wheat.
"We have finally the chance to meet you," a beautiful silver tabby she-cat bowed her head near Songkit.
"We have waited countless moons for StarClan to save us," whispered a ginger tom.
"And when had they came?" sighed a golden tom.
"Hey, where are we and who are you?" questioned Songkit, her blue eyes were curious.
"A question!" cried out the silver she-cat. "Names!"
"My name is Songkit," Songkit told them proudly. "I have a sister named Wingkit, she's going to be the best warrior ever!"
"And are you?" asked the ginger tom tipping his head to a side.
"I am not sure about that," Songkit answered, she let her head droop as if it were a song. "Wingkit is much better warrior than me,"
"Then be a medicine cat," the silver she-cat blinked. "It seems like a great choice for you,"
Songkit wrinkled her nose. "Remember herbs, treat elders with mouse bile?"
"Yes," said the three cats at once.
"Just tell me your names," Songkit lashed her tail irritated. "I told mine, you have to tell yours,"
"The luxury of kits," purred the golden tom.
"Very well," the she-cat nodded. "Don't expect them to be accurate, we have walked the skies alone for countless seasons,"
"I haven't even lived a season yet," Songkit told them. "I'm only six moons old,"
"They don't follow the code?" the ginger tom seemed surprised. "I thought they would,"
"I'm becoming an apprentice today," Songkit triumphantly puffed her chest. "Can you please tell me your names?"
"Okay," the she-cat rose steadily to her paws. "I am Sparklestar, leader of ShadeClan,"
"I've never heard of them," Songkit replied tipping her head to a side in confusion.
"The clans in the past," Sparklestar purred.
"I am Vinestar," announced the ginger tom. "Leader of ClawClan,"
"And I am Lionstar," the golden tom licked her fur.
"Do you live in a clan now? Have our descendants still live in a clan?" Sparklestar nervously clawed the ground. "Do they, young Songkit?"
"Yeah," Songkit nodded, grinning. "I am in BirdClan! I also have this faint memory of traveling with a kitten named Sunkit, he's in FireClan and I also have the memory with Forestkit, she's in WoodClan,"
"That is a very nice memory Songkit, I envy it," Sparklestar licked Songkit.
"Yeah, you guys are fun to talk with," agreed Songkit her eyes closed and tail waving.
"But we are here to tell you something dear Songkit," Sparklestar's voice turned eerie.
Songkit turned her head towards her. "What is it?"
When Sparklestar spoke, the three leaders spoke together in a hypotonic voice.
"There will be two, the song of a wing, each of their powers, will make nothing as it ever was before."
"Wait!" gasped Songkit. "Why are you telling me this? Why don't you tell Dovesong about this?"
Songkit woke up to see Wingkit beside her twitching in her sleep, mumbling words. "There will be two, the song of a wing, each of their powers, will make nothing as it ever was before."
Something slashed Songkit's mind that she had never felt before, she could see blood beneath her paws and a terrible yowling noise and when she looked down on the ground to identify the scent, her paws were jet black and then she saw Wingkit right in front of her. She was in Wingkit's mind!
"Wake up Wingkit, you are having a horrible dream!" Songkit shook Wingkit as hard as she could with her white paws.
Wingkit opened a blue eye and groaned as she spotted Songkit and she shook herself wildly before opening the second blue eye.
"You alright?" whispered Songkit gently nudging her sister with her nose.
"I had a horrible nightmare," gasped Wingkit leaping to her paws. "Blood was beneath my paws and…"
Songkit was drowned out of what she was saying, she could see the blood beneath her paws and her claws slashed out at any intruder, murdering each cat with one blow, there were terrible yowls for mercy but she couldn't listen to them…
"And that's when I heard a voice in the air whisper, there will be two, the song of a wing, each of their powers, will make nothing as it ever was before," Wingkit whispered.
"It's a prophecy," Songkit rested her muzzle on her sister's shoulder hoping to assure her. "And I don't understand it, why didn't they tell it to Dovesong?"
Wingkit gulped. "I think that it was about us,"
Songkit scoffed. "How could you think that Wingkit? Anyhow, it isn't you who usually is the one that thinks,"
Wingkit annoyed gave her a cuff on the ear, Songkit was about to fight back but the intensity in Wingkit's blue eyes brought her white paw down.
"I think it's about us because there was a song of the wing," Wingkit yelped. "And we are Songkit and Wingkit!"