Rosethorn's Destiny

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Rosethorn opened her eyes to a lush green field, and could tell their were rivers hiding in the grass by the sound of running water. "This is a dream, and I'm in StarClan." She said. Then she saw a cat moving thought the tall grass. She gasped, because it was, or she was, beautiful. She had long fur, black and orange and silver, and green eyes. The she-cat dipped her head, "Hello Rosethorn." Rosethorn nodded, still stunned by the she-cat. "I am Larkecho. Come with me." Rosethorn whisked after Larkecho's trail of scent, for she seemed to have disappeared. Then Rosethorn found her, sheltering some kits. Then Rosethorn looked around. This territory was the border, between ShadowClan and RiverClan. The kits had no mother, and they looked nothing like Larkecho, she had a long, triangular face, and the three kits had broad, flatter faces. "These kits are in danger. Wake up now and save them. They are Ember, Fire, and Ash." She mewed, poking the black kit, then the orange, the the grey with her nose. As she padded towards Rosethorn, Rosethorn felt her eyes getting heavier, which she thought was odd, but she closed her eyes anyways. Ten she awoke with a jolt. She was in her nest, and the kits scents were surrounding her, as well as Larkecho, and she could still hear the she-cats voice, "These kits are in danger." Rosethorn leapt out of her den, then out the tunnel, ignoring her sons still guarding the camp entrance. She raced to the border, her paws flying over the ground. They were sore and cracked when she reached the border, and only had to follow Larkecho's scent. Then she saw them, the three unconscious kits. Se raced forewords then picked them up. At once, she saw the scarlett flash and picked up all the kits, getting away from the fox, then bolting off again, the fox hard on her tail, she only had to reach the tunnel. Almost there, and... A pain shot through her tail. It had bit her, only breaking skin, but still hurting her. Then she was in sight of the camp, and her sons raised the alarm. "Fox!" They yowled, attacking it at once, with all the warriors streaming out of the camp to help. De swerved past, into the medicine cat den, flicking her tail at Icestep and Stormsong to follow her. They went into the nursery, and sat down next to Moonfeather, bearing Trouttail's kits. She was older than most queens, but determined and caring. "Moonfeather, Icestep, Stormsong, I had a dream that told me about these three kits, Ash, Ember, And Fire. They were found, by me, on the border with ShadowClan, but with no clan scent. They were a loners, probably." She mewed, whiskers quivering with anticipation. "Are you sure?" Asked the medicine cat, her brother. She nodded, then looked to Moonfeather. "Will... Will you mother these kits, since yours are so close?" The queen nodded, spotted fur shining in the moonlight. "Of course. But they're names have to change." Rosethorn nodded her agreement. "Emberkit," she said, nuzzling the black and orange tabby. "Firekit, and Ashkit." She finished, nosing the flame colored then the grey ones in turn. "Emberkit and Ashkit are strong males," Icestep noted. "And Firekit is a healthy, proud female." Then Stormsong added, "They'll be glad to have such a determined, gracious mother to care for them, looking at Moonfeather, then at the kits, who had squirmed over to her belly to nurse, kneading her with tiny paws. "Take care, and may StarClan watch over you all." Rosethorn whispered to the three tiny new warriors of RiverClan.