Hi all!

Anyone like the prologue? Dawnspirit's one of my favorite characters and so I can't wait for her to become a much more central and important cat!

Now on to Cloverkit :)

Chapter 1

"Only the daughter of night can walk the path of stars." Batwing stood frozen, as she listened to Duskstar explaining the sneak attack the patrol would be using on Shadowclan, going over the prophecy in her head.

Her mind was swirling with what she had learned from Nightclaw's memories, she barely heard anything Duskstar was saying. Crookedwhisker. She now understood why Nightclaw feared the leadership of the tom so much. He had been the cause of so much grief. Everything that had happened to those cats, Nightclaw, Nina, Eaglewing, it had all been his fault.

Batwing shuddered as she rememberedthe pain that Nightclaw had felt upon leaving Nina, whom he deeply loved, only to find Eaglewing still holding her hatred against him once he returned to Thunderclan.

She didn't blame her father for what he had done, his actions were only too relatable. What he had went through- Batwing shuddered in horror. No cat should have to undergo what the three cats went through in such a short amount of time.

Batwing knew that if Crookedwhisker had not intervened, Nightclaw would have remained an innocent, slightly lazy, yet giggly and happy apprentice, gone on to be a warrior and become Eaglewing's mate. Because of the now Shadowclan leader, Nightclaw had turned into a rude and ambitious tom who would have done anything for power.

Yet Nina had changed him. Love had made the Thunderclan warrior once more a loyal and sweet tom. But once he lost both of the cats whom he loved with all his heart, Nightclaw had turned into the shell of a cat, a coward. He had followed Crookedwhisker's every command, not stopping to think whether he was doing the right thing or not.

Just as her father had hoped, Batwing now hated Crookedwhisker with all her might, and she knew that he must be stopped before he went too far and destroyed the clans.

She winced as she went over the dream once more in her head. The prophecy from Mouseclaw was surely about her, although it seemed too incredible to be real. She had never heard of a Starclan cat making a prophecy about a normal clan cat, nonetheless one without pure clan blood. Although now that she knew that Startail also had a similar destiny, it seemed perfect that the two should be such close friends.

She looked up in surprise to realize that Duskstar had stopped talking. He was looking around at the cats that encircled him, his amber eyes narrowed.

Batwing knew she wouldn't get chosen to go on the patrol, but she stayed put, determined to at least have a chance to be picked.

Duskstar glanced around. "Cherryblossom will lead the patrol," he said calmly. "Lynxfoot, Deerspots, Greymoon-" He stopped, his rising and meeting Eaglewing's gaze. "And Eaglewing."

The deputies eyes widened, and her gaze seemed to become fearful.

Batwing looked at her old mentor and friend nervously, understanding why she was afraid. This rescue mission probably reminded her too much of her last, where Swiftheart had died and her kits had been born.

Eaglewing muttered something to Duskstar, shaking her head frantically. Duskstar sighed, his eyes sad yet understanding.

"Take Batwing instead," Eaglewing said suddenly, her voice shaking.

Batwing froze, her body becoming rigid. Take her on the mission? Had she heard correctly?

"She's the best hunter in the clan," Eaglewing continued. "Her tracking skills will be useful."

Duskstar nodded thoughtfully, his long grey fur rippling and gleaming in the sunlight. "Alright," he mewed, sounding as if he was still unsure. "Batwing will replace Eaglewing on the mission."

Batwing nearly squealed with delight as she heard this, and she shot a grateful look at the deputy, who just smiled back. Startail came up next to her best friend, her eyes glowing. "You're so lucky," she whispered excitedly. "I wish I could go on the mission!"

Batwing nodded energetically, her worries and grievances about her dream nearly forgotten. "This is going to be amazing," she said, practically bouncing up and down.

Startail let out a little giggle, and nudged her towards the gorse tunnel, where the rest of the patrol was already readying to leave. Batwing bounded after them, waving her tail in farewell to her friend. Her mood stayed happy as she left the camp and walked out into the forest.

Following the rest of the patrol, she had time to mull on her thoughts. The biggest surprise from what Nightclaw had showed her had been Dawnspirit's birth. She had known Dawnspirit ever since her first moon in the clans, yet she had never even guessed that the medicine cat was behind a mystery so powerful, still without any knowledge of it.

As Batwing fell in step next to Graymoon, a question formed in her mind. "Graymoon," she began curiously. "Are there any cats in Windclan with the name Talon?"

Graymoon stopped, her eyes narrowed, then continued walking. "Yes," he mewed, his voice slightly puzzled. "Talonclaw, he just became a warrior. But where did you hear his name?"

Batwing didn't answer for a second, such was her shock and joy at his answer. "Oh, nowhere," she said, trying to keep her voice casual. However inside, her heart was exploding with happiness. Her brother was alive! Poor Nina and Nightclaw had never known what had become of their son, and she knew that tonight she must tell them what she had learned from the glimpses of memories that Nightclaw had unknowingly given her from Starclan cats.

As they crossed over the Shadowclan border, Batwing narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Something wasn't right, something was different. "Stop!" she hissed as quietly as possible to Cherryblossom and the rest of the Thunderclan patrol. But it was too late. Just as she uttered those words, a battle cry was heard, and the clearing exploded with Shadowclan cats.

Batwing looked around wildly, her golden eyes wide with horror. The only cat she recognized was Scratchfur, but there were at least six or seven more. The patrol was outnumbered, and Batwing knew that there was no way they could win this fight.

She let out a cry as a cat landed on top of her, nearly crushing her. She rolled over and wiggled out from under them to see that it was Twigpaw, the jumpy tom who she had fought in the raid.

She let out a snarl, drawing her lips back to reveal sharp fangs. "Twigpaw," she taunted softly, hoping to shake him up a bit. "I haven't seen you since I ran you out of our camp."

The tom hissed ferociously, causing Batwing to take a step back. "Its Twigtail now," he growled, his eyes narrowed. He then slashed out with his claws, scoring them down her side.

Batwing screeched in pain as blood dribbled from the cut. She pounced on the Shadowclan warrior, twisting her body so that she had him ensnared in between her legs. However, he had gotten stronger since their last fight, and he flung her off, sending her spiraling through the air, and onto the ground with a thud.

Batwing's eyes flickered, and she saw sparks before her gaze, but she managed to get up just in time. Twigtail once more jumped onto her, and sunk his teeth into her scruff. Crimson blood streamed down her black fur, and Batwing screamed, until he finally let go. Only then did she raced into the trees, fear pummeling inside her head.

As soon as she was out of sight, Batwing turned around. The sounds of fighting had stopped, and she knew that the Thunderclan patrol had been driven off.

"Foxdung," she cursed under her breath. This rescue mission had depended on getting past the border, and now their plans were crushed. With a sigh of dejection, she turned to go back to Thunderclan territory, when a plan began forming in her mind.

What if they only needed one cat instead of a whole patrol to rescue Cloverkit? A small black cat like her could easily slip into the Shadowclan camp unnoticed. However, she knew that she would need help. She had never been in the camp, and it would be hard to sneak around without knowing where each den was.

With a newfound determination, Batwing quickly began to sniff the air, searching for a particular cat's scent. She knew that Dawnspirit would be out picking herbs, for the young medicine cat could never have handled to stay in the camp while such immoral acts were being committed.

Once she found her friend's scent, she quickly followed the trail through the marshy territory of Shadowclan. She made sure to stay concealed within the shadows as she raced after the smell, for fear that she would be discovered as an enemy.

Her caution was rewarded as she reached a small clearing that smelled strongly of strong, savory catmint. Dawnspirit stood at the far edge of the bushes, her silvery grey fur tussled, and although Batwing could not see her face, she knew that her eyes must be ringed with exhaustion, for her movements were slow and sluggish.

Suddenly, the she-cat's body tensed up, and she whirled around, a huge smile of relief written across her face.

"Batwing!" she cried, her voice wobbling.

Batwing smiled and raced over to Dawnspirit, hoping to conceal the worry that she felt.

"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide.

For a moment, Batwing just stared, as if entranced. Suddenly, features from the grey she-cat were standing out as never before. Her long slender body and soft flowing fur was so identical to Eaglewing's, she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it before.

"Batwing?" Dawnspirit was staring at her, confused. "Are you alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." Batwing quickly looked away, forcing herself to remember why she had come in the first place. "I need your help, Cloverkit-"

"I know." Dawnspirit nodded slowly, her tone tired and worrisome. "I can help you."

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