Silverwing's Story: The Prophecy Begins

Chapter One

Silverkit gazed in awe at the stick holding the names of cats lost in the battle with the Dark Forest. It was her first time out of the nursery, along with her littermates. She didn't know the camp was so big. Everywhere she looked, there was another cat.

"Wow," Basilkit murmured under her breath. She was gazing at Highledge, where Manglestar addresses the clan. Silverkit padded beside her, lashing her fluffy tail.

"It's spectacular!" she exclaimed. Basilkit nodded in agreement, still awe-struck from the camp.

"And you're going to see it every day," Silverkit and Basilkit jumped at the voice, fur bristling. They whipped around, their blue eyes wide. Manglestar!

"Hello kits," she meowed in a happy voice. Then, a little confused, she added, "Where's Sharpkit?"

"He went somewhere over there," Silverkit answered, flicking her tail toward the camp entrance. She let her fur lie flat, relaxing as she realized it was only her Clan leader.

Manglestar tensed. She quickly dashed over to the entrance, gathering attention from the other cats. She pushed through the thorn barrier, her ears pricked and her tortoiseshell pelt bristling. The cats who were around to witness the scene turned and looked at the kits.

"Why are they staring at us?" Basilkit asked, shifting closer to Silverkit.

"I have no idea," Silverkit answered, feeling extra small from all the confused looks she was given.

A few heartbeats later, Manglestar reappeared in the camp entrance, a bundle of fur in her mouth.

"Let me go!" the kit squeaked, wriggling his body, trying and dislodge himself from the she-cat's grasp. Manglestar gently put him down, and Sharpkit dashed over to Silverkit and Basilkit.

"What did you see!?" the she-kits asked in unison once he reached them.

"It was amazing! I saw-"

"Sharpkit!" a familiar voice called, sounding a little strict.

"Oh no," He muttered, lowering his head and flattening his ears.

"You know better than to talk to your Clan leader like that," Quillfeather said in a stern, but gentle voice, once she had padded to the trio.

"That was Manglestar!?" he exclaimed, suddenly alert and gazing wide-eyed up at his mother.

"Of course that was Manglestar! Couldn't you tell?" Quillfeather questioned.

"I wasn't paying attention to the cat picking me up..." He murmured shamefully, shuffling his paws.

Quillfeather's gaze softened. "It's alright, just don't do it again." she licked Sharpkit's ear affectionately, and padded over to another den.

The three let go of their breath. "That was close," Silverkit commented.

"No kidding," Basilkit said as she nodded her head in agreement.

Silverkit observed the area Quillfeather had padded off to. It wasn't the nursery, it was a different den, with murmuring going on inside.

"Let's go over there," she mewed, already padding in that direction. Her littermates scrambled after her, leaving three trails in the melting snow. They stopped in front of the den, listening to the voices inside.

"It's remarkable! Do you think it's a sign from StarClan?"

"I'm not sure, it could just be a coincidence."