Dead of Night

The Blurb
''Long after the passing of Thunder, ThunderClan's first leader, the Clan was thriving. In fact, each clan was thriving. Around this time, a certain kit is born. As she trains to become a Medicine Cat, the paws ofan ancestor beg her to folow their footsteps in a much darker place...''

Prologue
The young apprentice ran blindly through the woods. What kind of place could this be? The moon and stars she'd grown up with were gone, the only light being supplied by sickly, green fungus that seemed to crawl along the branches of the sorrounding trees. Every which way she turned she would only get even more lost. "Bristlefur?" She called out into the wide open space before continuing to run.

She couldn't get away. This wasn't her forest, where the preyran free and she felt safe among her herbs and roots. She could smell her clanmates, or the border scents of RiverClan or WindClan. Not even the tangy smell of the Thunderpath! The apprentice began to feel hot, her pelt feeling as though she was carrying one hundred badgers. Suddenly, the cat appeared. In the shade of a glowing tree she could only make out a black pelt and a long, swishing tail.

"Bristlefur!" She shrieked, clambering toward the cat. But when the figure turned, it wasn't her mentor. She stopped dead in her tracks, her chest heaving up and down. "Hello." He said, letting a faint purr escape his throat. Her eyes were wide. "Tell me where I am! Please!" The cat turned his head to face the tiny apprentice. "All will come in time, girl. Come." He stood up and flicked his tail. The apprentice felt as if she had no choice, and followed him reluctantly.

He led her to a claring, where the grass glowed green like the fungus on the trees. He sat down on the black stump in the center. "That's better. Now then, look at me. Do I bring back any memories?" The she-at followed and carefully sat upon the grass, which stained her light brown pelt with green. "No. I don't recall you at all." She said, getting a good look at him. The tom had a long scar above his left eye that reached his jaw and bright green eyes. His pelt was an eerie black that melted in with the landscape behind him, making his eyes and scar stand out.

"Think harder." He said bitterly. The apprentice squinted but still saw no resemblance. "I....I can't." She concluded, closing her eyes. "Look at me!" He commanded firmly. The she-cat felt her eyes open as though opened by the paws of another cat. She saw his eyes, as though he come right in front of her. In the sea of green, she could make out shadows dancing in place of his pupils. She noticed the strong looking tom that spoke to her now, and a slightly smaller she-cat. Three kits. It seemed like the average clanlife. Until it went wrong.

The she-cat's silhouette danced away with a tom her size. The bodies of two apprentices on Snakerocks. This tom padding away with a shaking she-cat hiding behind a log. The she-cat grew and suddenly presented two kits. The first was dark brown with a white ear and white legs. And the second...

The apprentice gasped. "That's...." She trailed off. The tom nodded. "That's you. I am Adderbite, mother of Specklestream." The apprentice looked at Adderbite. She could suddenly see her mother's image displayed on his - the proud, green eyes, the large size, the build It made sense, suddenly. The she-cat turned and sreaked away again, for fear of knowing too much.