There is a long told prophecy, that a silver pelted cat shall be born on the night of a full moon...the kit, being the smallest, will become a warrior last....but soon after being made a warrior, the cat encounteres a journey he needs to take to save the whole forest from certain destruction....
Lightningstar enters the dark humid den where his mate is birthing."Woodfur" he says smiling and nuzzling her."How are the kits coming along?" he askes."good replies the dark brown she cat." I'm expecting three more" she says.Lightningfur stays with her until she is finally done birthing.She points her paw to a light brown she cat "Lightkit" she says.Next she points to a dark tan tom "Shroudkit".Then she points to a black tom and says "Shallowkit". And finally she points to a small silver tom and says "Silverkit"...........
A small black she-cat with white toes awoke, slipping out of the medicine cat's den. Her icy blue eyes scanned the FireClan's camp clearing, and she smiled,seeing all was calm. Pureheart -as the she-cat was called- slipped to the Fresh-kill Pile, licking her black chops. The she-cat selected a mouse. She slipped under a tree and began her meal. Her black ears flicked to the sound of mewling kits in the nursery. Pureheart smiled, recalling that kits had recently been born.
Pureheart woke abruptly.Starclan had sent her a message in her dreams."A mistakeful Warriorship will put the forest in disater" they said.She could not understand.Slipping out of the medicine cats den Pureheart was relieved to find that all was calm.She trotted over to the fresh kill pile, whick was low on mice, and selected a plump water vole, her favorite.She cuddled under a big oak tree and began her meal.Her black ears pricked forward to the sound of mewling kits.She recalled that kits had been born to Woodfur the night before, and she remembered the small silver one.She wondered what lie ahead for the small helpless kit, and his littermates....
Silverkit helplessly mewed, painfully trying to open his eyes. He then wriggled to a source of his mother's scent and began to suck on something incredibly soft, a bland liquid entering his mouth. He had no choice but to drink this liquid if he wanted to survive.He felt the warmth of his littermates as he snuggled in for a long nap....
Woodfur:I see them snuggle together for a nap..my beatiful little kits...and yet, I feel they have no great destinys at all..I shake my head to get the horrible thought out. Nonsence! I say to myself as i notice silverkit.Why is he so much smaller than the others? I think as I nap with my kits.
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