It's up you guys! The first real chappie! So, before I answer reviews, I feel the need to vent to someone/thing, cause I am just having an awful weekend. So here goes.

I wake up yesterday with like, 5 hours of sleep, sick and gross and just feeling disgusting. And of course, it's the one saturday I actually have to get out of the house, so I actually had to move and make myself look less disgusting. So, I have an hour long drive to LA, to visit my dear grandparents, and we stay there till like 6, during which time I am konked out in my uncle's bed. Then, we get home, get my dog, and go to my cousin's house. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but when you're sick and you feel like you're just dying, little by little, inside, annoying takes on a whole new definition. I've been sick all week guys, and it is miserable! I didn't take a day off school cause I had tests and all that, and I am also in Adv English, which makes it extremely hard to miss a day. And to top it all off, I had an orthodontist appointment (yes, I am a metalmouth). I got new brackets on my back molars, so my cheeks are all torn up. It hurts just to freaking talk. Never mind eat. I swear, all 87 pounds of me is starving right now. Though now, after four days of this, I'm probably more like 85 pounds guys. UGH! So, if this chapter is angry and if I sound grumpy in my answers, I am really really sorry. I'm just in a mother of all moods today guys.
So, enough with my pointless blabbering, REVIEW ANSWERS!

Darkfang of DeathClan: as always, the first to review :) I changed your kit to a female, just as you asked :) I would, indeed, be honored if you used Robinpaw in your story! She deserves to see the world!

Blue Watcher of Stars: hehe, flabbergasted. I love that word xD yes, if only Shadowfur knew. Who knows how crazy he really would've gotten, eh? ehehehe, my dear, there was nothing to forgive!

Duskflame: ohmygosh, thank you so much for pointing that out! I hadn't even realized it! As I said le above, I've been sick for a week now, so my head is kinda loopy as of the moment. xD

kingszey: so, is it getting to the point where my readers are so excited, they are hurting themselves? That could be a major problem. xD Please, refrain from falling off of anything! I would not want one of my most esteemed reviewers breaking their fingers, cause then they couldn't type! And then what would I do?

Puckish4sure234: yay, new reviewer! *hands cookie and Robinpaw plushie* welcome to my craziness! Thank you so much for your kind compliments, they made me forget the throbbing agony in my mouth for a few moments xD here is your update, my dear reader!

The Flower Bookworm: haha, dude, I get you! I was on a like, alliteration, metaphor, hyperbole, simile streak for three weeks after we learned how to detect those in a book xD

Nonameknight: I have a most serious question *le serious face* is LOL your fave word? *le still serious face* however, I do thank you ever so much for your review! *le smiley face!*

Juniperleaf of BlazeClan: Yes. Robin only inhabited Robinpaw at certain points in time. Other than that, while Robinpaw did retain many characteristics of Robin, Robinpaw was her own cat. x) Hope I cleared some of that confusion up!

tangerineleaf: *le confused face* I did name them...in the epilogue to Raven's Wing...which I am wondering if you read xD silly goose!

Ashheart15: *le happy dance* yay! You started your story! I am most certain it shall be a story of epic awesomness! I just uploaded the allegiances from Word, and it automatically did that. On Word, my allegiances are like 5 pages long. On here, it puts all your chappies on one page :) the font was twelve on Word, times new roman, but as I said, that doesn't matter on here. I automatically changes it to its own style :)

KHandFF7fanforever: youuuu got it! You must wait and read! I know I know, I am a most evil writer, and don't you forget it sweetie pie ;)

Poetryinabottle: aw shucks, thanks! Keep reviewing!

WarriorCat99: my dear, you shall have your wish! Lionclaw does indeed make an appearance, much to the joy of some of my readers xD

Runningmist: I am so sorry I forgot your kits! I went back immediately and fixed that, as you shall see in the now updated allegiances!

shadespots: thank you ever so much! x)

Sun on the Horizon Sun: *hands Thornkit plushie* I sense a Thornkit fannnn! Anywhoo, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind review! Readers like you make my day, even when I'm sick and dying xD

gusgus0222: *blushes* words can't even describe how much I appreciated your review xD I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

XxBlazestormxX: I know :( I'm going to miss her soo much in this story! At the beginning of this chapter, I was tearing up cause Robinpaw isn't there, receiving her name like her brothers :(

sierra-nevada12: ...so I'm not the only one who goes loopy when their tired? *gives HUGE sigh of relief* I thought I was like, super weird! xD

TearStainedAngel: my lovable reviewer! I missed you! *hands Lionclaw plushie* so, you play hockey? interestingg! And dude, 1:20, really? My story is not that interesting/good/exciting! GET SOME SLEEP! anywayy, I love your little guess the prophecy bits, cause while your right on some points, it's hilarious to see how wrong you are on others! tehe, do not fret! Dapplekit will of course survive!

Random: i hope you get an account soon!

The Bearer of Secrets: you get crazier with each review, ya' know that? okay, this is completely random, but while I was typing this, I had a cough attack. I swear, I think I coughed up a piece of lung. Ugh. The universe hates me today.

Snowflower3618: your kit, while not part of the prophecy, will still be very important to this story xD wow, you know, sometimes, I have a hard time keeping up with your reviews hehe! And that's why I love them so much! and no, I have not updated my hawk story. That may take some time...I...yeah. Keep reviewing!

CONTINUING!

Chapter 1

Thornkit

"Branchfur, Rainstorm, Branchfur, Rainstorm!"

Thornkit sat, just outside the nursery, watching his clan chant the two newest warriors' names to the darkening sky. His mother's eyes glowed with pride and sorrow as she congratulated them, and his father's voice carried across the clearing to Thornkit's ears, warm and strong. Thornkit had heard the stories, so he knew why this was so important to his mother. He had listened with wide eyes as the elders spoke of the apprentice, Robinpaw, who had died at the merciless claws of the evil Shadowfur.

Shaking these thoughts from his head, he turned to glance at his sister, who sat a little ways behind him, eyes on the clan. If he didn't know any better, he would think she was looking right at them, seeing them. But her sightless eyes saw nothing but darkness.

Rosekit had been born blind, a fact that made her prickly and independent and only made Thornkit love her more. Her ears twitched, and she turned her head to glare at her brother, eyes piercing his fur.

"I can feel you looking at me! Would you stop that?" she snapped, tail lashing. Standing, she stalked back into the nursery, white fur bristling. Sighing, Thornkit turned his attention back to the ceremony.

His mother, Ravenwing, was padding towards him, his father behind her. She stooped to give him a quick lick between the ears while his father gave him a quick nudge.

"That'll be you someday, Thornkit. Just you wait," Darkflight purred, pale eyes glinting with pride as he looked at his son. Ravenwing flicked her mate with her tail, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

"You and Rosekit. You'll both be up there," she mewed softly, casting a quick glance into the depths of the nursery. Thornkit nodded, choosing to ignore his father's mistake.

"Can me and Rosekit go play now?" he asked, wriggling excitedly. Ravenwing gave a light laugh.

"All right. But stay out of the way, and keep an eye on her," his mother responded before padding away. His father gave him another lick and strode off too. Thornkit jumped into the nursery, searching for his sister.

He spotted her curled up in their nest, white fur standing out in the gloom. Thornkit held his breath and began to creep up on her, resisting the urge to wiggle. He was just about to jump when his sister's head shot up.

"Jump, and I swear, I'll tell Lilypaw you've been in love with her for two moons," the white she-kit growled, sitting up. Thornkit froze, then straightened, licking his chest fur embarrassedly. How does she do that?

Rosekit stood and stretched, following her brother out into the clearing. Habitually, she drew closer so her fur was brushing his as he led her around all the cats and to a quiet corner. Though she would never admit it, Rosekit needed her brother more than anything. He was her eyes, her wall, her stone, her sun. Thornkit knew this, felt it, and liked it. He loved his sister, and had vowed he would always be there for her. He was the eldest after all, the biggest, and the one with the eyes. Especially after Rosekit had stumbled out of camp one day, gotten lost, almost eaten by a badger, and sprained a paw. Since then, Thornkit always knew where she was, even if she was out of sight.

Finally coming to a secluded corner of camp, they started a spirited game of catch-the-moss.

Panting, Rosekit ran after the moss ball, catching it in her teeth an instant before tripping and tumbling straight into Gingerpaw.

"Easy there, Rosekit. Don't wanna get hurt, do you?" the ginger tom meowed, amused. Rosekit leaped to her paws, fur fluffed out, eyes blazing. Uh-oh, Thornkit thought, hurrying over.

"I was fine. Maybe you should watch where you're going. After all, you can see right?" she snapped before whipping around and stalking away. Thornkit hurried after her.

"Leave me alone!" she tossed over her shoulder. Thornkit stopped in his tracks. He watched her slip into the nursery before turning to a dumbfounded Gingerpaw.

"Sorry. She hates it when cats imply that she can't take care of herself. She'll cool off in a bit," Thornkit mumbled hurriedly before retrieving the moss ball. Gingerpaw glanced at him.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. Is she always like that?" the apprentice asked, sitting down. Thornkit nodded, keeping his eyes on his paws.

"Pretty much. It's hard for her, you know. Mother says she's just trying to prove to herself that she's fine, even though she can't see," Thornkit mewed, looking up at Gingerpaw finally. The tom's gold eyes glinted with an unreadable emotion as he stood. He gave the kit a quick flick on the shoulder with his tail before padding away, eyes deep and thoughtful.

Thornkit gave a sigh, sitting down to groom. Why couldn't she, just this once, hold her dumb tongue? Just 'cause she's blind doesn't mean she can be so snappish all the time, the little tom muttered in his head, resentment bubbling up inside. He pushed it down, trying to shake his anger.

It's not her fault she's blind.

Rosekit

Rosekit lay in her nest, curled up into a tight ball. She struggled to keep the tears threatening to overwhelm her back, telling herself she musn't cry, she couldn't cry.

She was different, a fact she hated more than anything else about her. She had heard the cats whispering how alike her brother was to her mother, and how she stood out. She had heard the elders mutter about her bright coat, while the rest of her family had dark, black fur.

Rosekit had also heard the cats murmur about her blindness, how she could never become a warrior. I'll show them, she growled angrily in her head, standing once again.

Silently, praying she wouldn't be spotted, she slipped out of camp, pausing every once in a while to listen for followers.

She was breaking the biggest rule a kit could break, leaving camp unsupervised. But she wasn't a kit anymore. She was five moons old, nearly six. Almost an apprentice. She would show everyone just how much she could take care of herself.

Once in the forest, Rosekit couldn't help but stop and take in a deep breath, stretching her senses out.

She could hear the blue jay in the tree above her, singing its night songs. She could smell the delicious prey scents and the sweet night air. Under her feet, the forest grass was smooth and cool. Sighing happily, she opened her eyes once again to a wall of darkness.

Crouching low, she began to stalk a mouse she could smell, hoping she wouldn't step on anything. Above her, she could hear ferns swishing, so she kept her tail low. Her paws could feel the unevenness of the earth, the loose dirt moving around her paws. She stepped lightly, testing the ground before each step.

Rosekit could remember when she got lost. Then, she had been panicked, running about, wailing her head off. Talk about pathetic. Now, though, she felt smooth, confident. At ease. For once, she felt like she belonged.

At last, she could sense the mouse just in front of her, nibbling a seed. Barely keeping a purr back, Rosekit focused all her senses on that one mouse. Her whole world narrowed down until it was her and her prey, the huntress and the hunted. I can do this!

Hardly knowing what was happening, Rosekit felt herself leap, and land with the wriggling body between her claws. She nipped its neck and it stopped moving. Exhilaration filled her.

It's warm, salty blood filled her mouth, its little body lifeless between her claws. Giving a little squeal of triumph, Rosekit bounced up and down, excitement filling her. She'd caught her first prey! She, a blind, useless kit, had caught her first prey at five moons! Rosekit bent her head to pick it up, feeling its life energy flowing into her.

Then, a sound came to completely spoil her utter joy. Whipping around, she glared at the intruder.

Gingerpaw's warm scent flowed over her, and she fixed her eyes in his direction.

"I know you're there! Come out, Gingerpaw," she called, tail lashing furiously. She listened as a very embarrassed Gingerpaw slipped from the undergrowth, humiliation radiating from his body in waves.

"Nice catch, Rosekit," the tom mumbled as the white she-cat continued to glare at him heatedly. Her blind eyes pierced his skin, and he shifted uncomfortably.

"Why are you following me?" she snapped finally, dropping her mouse. Gingerpaw shuffled his paws.

"Maybe 'cause your not old enough to leave camp. So, when I saw you leaving, I decided to see where you were going," he muttered. Rosekit opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. He had a point.

"Why didn't you just stop me?" she asked, voice softening a degree.

"I wanted to apologize, for earlier, with the moss thing. I didn't mean to…insult you," he meowed, voice genuinely apologetic. An awkward silence ensued after his apology, Rosekit wondering what to say and Gingerpaw trying to look everywhere but at her.

"I forgive you," Rosekit mumbled before snapping her jaws shut. She wondered if she had ever said those words to anyone, even Thornkit. What was with her today? Gingerpaw immediately straightened up, body radiating excitement now.

"Really? Thanks! So, if you don't tell anyone I just apologized to a kit, I won't tell anyone you left camp, deal?" he meowed, bouncing to his feet. Rosekit tossed another glare in his direction, picking her mouse up.

"Deal," she mumbled around her catch, padding away from him with her head and tail held high. Gingerpaw watched her go for a moment before shaking his head and making his way back to camp.

Rosekit slipped through the tunnel behind the nursery, listening carefully for anyone around her.

Thornkit's scent wafted over her seconds before he slammed into her, worry and anger crackling off his pelt.

"Where have you been? Do you know how hard it was to cover for you?" he hissed in her ear, his breath warm against her fur. Rosekit sighed, shrugging him off.

"I went hunting, and I caught something! Look!" she responded, dropping her mouse. Thornkit glanced at it before turning his angry gaze back to her.

"Do you think I don't worry about you when you do this stuff? Do you think I don't understand how hard it is? Because, your wrong! I know it's hard and all that, but that doesn't mean you can just run off and leave me here, okay? Because, I can't lose you, not like that. So, next time, just don't, Rosekit. Just. Don't," he growled, fur bristling. Rosekit glared at him, tail lashing.

"I don't ask for you to worry. I'm fine, Thornkit! No scratches, not even a bruise. And no, you don't understand! You don't understand anything! You can see, Thornkit! You're the son of Ravenwing and Darkflight, with our mother's glorious pelt and famous dark eyes. Me, I'm the cast-off, the useless one, the blind one, the different one! You don't get it!" Rosekit snarled through clenched teeth, eyes blazing furiously.

Thornkit cast one last furious glare in her direction before stalking off, frustration flowing from him. Rosekit sighed, picking her mouse up and slipping into the nursery.

No matter what he says, he doesn't understand. No one does. I'm too…different.

With that thought bouncing through her head, Rosekit fell into a troubled sleep.

so, on a dumb little side note, it's like 55 degrees outside, and its cold! I know some of you will probably be like, "its 55 degrees here, and I'm wearing shorts!" but I'm a california girl, kay? Born and raised peeps, and still live in the golden state (that is cali right?) Although, truth be told, I hate this state! It's THE most overrated, crowded, polluted, gross, disgusting, troubled state in AMERICA! *end of vent* review guys!