The cat ran across the main room and into the kitchen. He jumped onto the counter and out the open window. He then raced across the woods like there was no tomorrow. Where does this cat need to be in such a hurry? Smokey thought. And why does he need me? They came out of the trees and flew across grassy plains, Smokey's back paws and tail dragging along the ground and getting muddy. The rain had turned into a storm, and the cat had to leap over puddles, causing splash every now and then. He jumped across a stream that was at least three cat-lenths long, and was heading to a rocky ledge with tall, surrounding pine trees. He fled across a clearing and into a warm den, and although Smokey's eyes were closed, he could smell other cats presence. Finally, the cat put him down. When he opened his eyes, he was beside a large black-and-white she-cat, with three other kits beside her, the same age as him. The tabby tom spoke: "Skunkface, will you care for this kit?"
"He smells of Twolegs. . ." Skunkface replied with a scrunched nose. The tabby shot her a nervous glance.
"Of course I will, Bramblestar. He just. . . Needs a good wash, that's all. Is he for Firestar's prophecy?" She tilted her head.
"Yes," Bramblestar mewed, "I believe so." He paused. "His name?" He add-
ed.
"Plumekit," she purred, licking the mud off of his very thick tail.
"Yes. Naming ceremony will be in five moons for apprenticing if he is ready."
Just then, a large gray she-cat with spotted fur and tabby markings on her face came charging into the den. "Bramblestar," she hissed, "th-" she opened her mouth and sniffed, with a look of discust in her eyes. "Twolegs! In the camp! I-" but before she could say anything more, Bramblestar interupted; "Pebblecoat! There's no Twolegs!" he hissed. "It's this kit." he nodded toward Plumekit.
"A Kittypet?!" Pebblecoat snarled.
"It's a prophecy," Skunkface added, "from Firestar."
Pebblecoat snorted. "You mean that stupid Kittypet legend 'warrior'?" she growled, sheathing and unsheathing her claws with impatience. "Doesn't make a difference."
"Go do something useful, Pebblecoat. Go catch some fresh-kill." Bramblestar ordered.
"A Kittypet's a Kittypet," she whispered on her way out, glancing over her shoulder at Plumekit.
"Go!"
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The Warrior Within #1: A Kit In Need
Fanfiction'FIND THE SMOKE THAT WILL CALM THE FIRE' Four Clans of cats rule the forest, but when a prophecy is spoken, one cat must make a possibly dangerous decison: Will they have to bring yet another Kittypet into the Warriors world? Will Bramblestar make t...
