Blackkit felt herself being set down on hard dirt and looked into the camp. Her father padded into the clearing, ducking under the bramble arch, leaving his daughter alone and upset. In a heartbeat he apeared again with Goldenstar on his tail, the golden leader glaring at the kit. Blackkit almost sqeaked in terror when her mother came out behind Goldenstar, along with Boldkit.
Goldenstar's gaze lightened as she came closer to the kit, who sqeezed herself into a tiny ball of black fur. The gold she-cat cocked her head, her whiskers twitching in amusment. "Little one, don't be afraid. I believe what you are saying." she meowed, her voice as sweet as mouse juice. "I was once told by a very old cat who went by the name of Firestar, son of Bramblestar, who told me of a prophecy. It said, 'Two cats of noble blood would have great powers that will save the Clans once again from the endless evil. When the dark berry has found her power, the second will find her use, and together they will save the Clans.'"
Blackkit looked at her mother and father, who's faces revealed that they were shocked also. The black kit looked back at her leader. "You mean, I'm part of that prophecy?" Goldenstar nodded at her, but Blackkit didn't let her speak. "But what is my power? How can a kit with a twisted paw do anything special?"
"You have the power to hear things far far away, and see them at the same time." then she added, "Did you see the cats in the Clan?"
The kit nodded. "Yes, there was a huge brown cat sitting on a branch that was above a large crack in a boulder. He said something about them attacking us because of the things that had happened in the past, like when a medicine cat had given birth to three half Clan cats, and how they were going in two patrols."
Oakstorm pushed his way into the confersation. "Yes, thats right. I remember hearing tails of three kits who were named Hollyleaf, Jayfeather and Lionblaze, and they had been in a prophecy about the power of three. Jayfeather could walk into other cat's dreams and hear the other cat's thoughs, though he was blind, and Lionblaze could never be beaten in battle, not even a scratch! Then there was Hollyleaf... She had a sad tale. She wasn't in the prophecy, only her brothers and another she-cat named Dovewing who could hear things far away. Hollyleaf was killed in an accident, or so everyone thought. Then she came back, but died in the Greatest of Great Battles by a long dead cat named Hawkfrost." his eyes grew dark with sadness. "Those were sad times, you know."
Shinningflower nodded, and Goldenstar only lashed her tail with anger of the past, but her eyes grew softer in a heartbeat. "Alright, lets get back into the camp. Its time we got something to eat and bedded down for the night."
The cats followed their leader back under the bramble arch, Blackkit in the back, her tail drooping next to her sister, who nudged her with her shoulder. "Come on, cheer up! Maybe I'm the other cat who's supose to help you."
Blackkit nodded slowly and followed her mother back into the nusery, leaping into the nest and letting out a long sigh before drifting off to sleep.
Three moons later...
"Come on, wake up Blackkit!" the voice of Boldkit filled Blackkit's ears and she opened her eyes to see her sister bouncing around close to the nest where her mother was still cleaning Blackkit's fur. The black six moon old she-cat had been drifting off to sleep all morning because her sister had been to awake to go to sleep because of today. In just a few minutes Goldenstar was going to call the kits up to Highledge to name them and give them their mentors that they would have train them.
Blackkit lashed her tail. "Alright, alright." she cleaned her twisted forepaw. "Maybe you should be the one with the twisted paw." she murrmered silently. The only thing the twisted paw had brought Blackkit since the day that she had been told of the prophecy was bad luck and no food. Everytime she tried to do something right, her twisted paw had always gotten in the way and messed things up.
She cleaned her paw until her tounge was almost gray from the fur, then pawed at the tangle in her sister's ginger fur. "You should clean your pelt better, you know." she mewed her littermate, who turned and glared at her.
"You should mind your own busness, you know." she mimicked, with the touch of playful amusment in her voice.
Blackkit shook her head slightly, then pricked her ears to hear what Goldenstar was telling the Clan. "Cats of ThunderClan, we have two kits here today that are six moon old now. They are ready to become apprentices and train to help their Clan. Boldkit and Blackkit, please come forth."
"Thats us," Boldkit walked proudly out of the nusery, with Blackkit and Shinningflower on her tail, and headed up to their leader who looked down at them with proud eyes.
Once they got up to the Highledge and stood next to Goldenstar, the she-cat began again. "Rosestem, you have shown that you are ready for an apprentice now. You were mentored well by Bramblefur, and I hope you will pass on your knoledge to Boldpaw. Squirrelpelt, you are one of the most experienced warriors of ThunderClan. You were mentored by Fernberry, and I hope you will pass on your knoledge to Blackpaw."
"Boldpaw! Blackpaw!" the Clan cheered the knew apprentices, who leaped off Highledge to join their mentors sitting in the crowd.
Goldenstar flicked her tail for silence, and went on. "Tomorrow night is the next gathering. I will choose then who will go. This meeting is dismissed."
Blackpaw padded up to where Squirrelpelt and Rosestem were sitting under the oak tree that stood next to the warrior den. The two cats stood up as soon as the other two littermates padded up to them.
"Well, come on Boldpaw. We better go start practicing battle moves in the training area." Rosestem flicked her tail for her apprentice to follow her out of camp.
Before she went through the bramble arch, Boldpaw turned back to look at Blackpaw who was still standing with Squirrelpaw. "Come on, Blackpaw. Aren't you coming?"
Squirrelpelt shook her head before Blackpaw could replie. "No, I'm sorry, but remember? Your apprentices, so you do things away from each other. Go with your mentor, Boldpaw."
Blackpaw looked at her mentor, then back at her sister, who let her tail droop and padded beside her mentor out of camp. She looked back up at her mentor. "What are we doing?"
Squirrelpelt looked down at the black furred she-cat. "You need to go choose a nest for yourself in the apprentice den, little one, and I need to go get some treatment for my hurting paw. Go on, off you go."
Blackpaw bounded over to the apprentice's den which was next to the nusery and slid inside. In almost all the nests, cats were sitting up and talking with one another. She reconized Birdpaw and Nightpaw, but none of the others were familiar to her. The apprentices looked up at the black cat when she got inside, and the cats who she didn't know spoke.
"Hi, Blackpaw. I'm Poppypaw, and this is Spiderpaw, my brother." the gray she-cat meowed and pointed her tail to a dark gray tom in a nest next to her own. Blackpaw nodded and choose a nest near Poppypaw so she wouldn't be near Birdpaw. She also got to sit next to Nightpaw, the medicine cat in training. He was the nicest apprentice she knew, and she sort of, well, liked him, though she knew not to since she would be breaking a code in the medicine cat code.
She flopped into the nest she had chosen and closed her eyes, drifting into sleep.