Victory Shall Rule

~ chapter 2 ~

A crash sounded from the medicine den. 'What was that?' Laurelkit said. 

'I dunno. Maybe it was Larkfur knocking over a stick. Or a tree falling down.' Clawkit mewled.

'No. It was too soft to be a stick, and too hard to be a tree. It has to be-' Emberkit was mumbling.

'Larkfur!' Storkleg's mew came from the medicine den. 'Are you okay?' Seeing the kits, who had walked outside, he hissed, 'This is none of your business. Go away. Acornpaw, go get Ashtail.'

The kits walked away sadly, but while they were walking away they heard Larkfur say, 'I had a prophecy.'

The kits entertained themselves by making up prophecies. 'Ooh, I've got a good one!' Emberkit said. 'You have to guess it!' He continued in a mysterious voice. 'After the laurel grows, claws will rule the forest.'

Laurelkit was first to answer. 'Clawkit... that's one about you and me!'

Clawkit giggled. 'And I rule the clans or something?'

'You got it!' said Emberkit.

A sunrise later, a Clan meeting was called.

'We have gathered to discuss Larkfur's newly received prophecy.'

As kits do, the littermates were hiding in the trees, listening in.

'The prophecy goes: In the darkest hour, we shall have embers to see with. When we have lost everything, claws will protect our clan. And after the battle, victory shall rule.'

'Any ideas?' Ashtail said.

Nobody spoke.

'Well, tell Larkfur if anybody has ANY idea of this. Clan dismissed!'

The clan subsided into their dens. Laurelkit checked the coast was clear and they padded out.

'A real prophecy! Wow!' Emberkit said. 'When I'm a medicine cat, I'll get plenty of those.'

'You sure, Emberkit? You haven't even asked Larkfur!' Clawkit giggled.

'I'll go and do it right now, then.' Emberkit retaliated.