Cherrykit's Mystery



WARNING: This happens after Night Whispers, but has no relationship to Sign of the Moon. This is my second fanfic, but my first isn't finished just yet... It is all in Cherrykit's POV, except 4 the prologue.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it! Amber Rain quickly turns into Typhoon...  'HK, the land of the typhoon... 02:19, January 23, 2011 (UTC)

Prologue
"She's so sick. I don't know what to do," Jayfeather sighed, peering at the small kit in the nest. "Tigerheart stole our catmint, and Sandstorm died. She will too, if we don't get catmint."

"But Jayfeather, we can hope. Can't we? I just hope that Poppyfrost won't be too sad." Briarlight mewed, the brown she-cat lying in her nest, her back broken.

"Yes, we can hope, but in the end, it's StarClan's decision. And Poppyfrost will be sad. She-cats never want to see their first litter die," Jayfeather mumbled, wistfulness in his tone. "But lets just pray that StarClan takes her quickly."

Chapter 1
Cherrykit coughed, sending green gunk onto the floor beside her nest. Her chest was heavy, and she had been sick for a moon now. Ever since Sandstorm died, the ginger kit had felt worse and worse. She had accepted the tansy and feverfew, but nothing worked. The she-kit decided to nap for a while. She sunk into deep darkness.

Cherrykit dreamed that she was in a beautiful, lush green forest. The prey was plentiful here. And here, Cherrykit didn't feel sick anymore! She pranced around, playing with the leaves. Then, she was startled to see a cat striding towards her. It was Sandstorm. Her beautiful light ginger fur sparkled with stars, and her head was high.

"Hello, Cherrykit. You are in the forests of StarCl-" Sandstorm started, but was cut off by the little ginger kit staring in awe.

"I-I'm dead?" Cherrykit stuttered, her head in a daze.

"No, child. You will not die yet. I brought you here to tell you something very important. A prophecy." The older she-cat meowed, her voice clearer than when she had greencough.

Cherrykit was horrified. "What, me? Don't you want to tell Jayfeather instead?" Her head was spinning. ''What's happening to me? Why am I suddenly like a medicine cat?'' she thought, terrified. Then Sandstorm went on, "There will be one, a survivor of the dark, who will lead the Clans into a raging battle against evil." Sandstorm's ominous words rang in Cherrykit's ears, and the orange kit wanted to scream, "I'm not the one!" But she didn't.

Chapter 2
Cherrykit woke up in her nest, worried and scared of the prophecy. What does it mean? she wondered. Jayfeather could tell her, but she didn't want to tell him. What if it was dangerous? Suddenly she realized that her chest wasn't clogged up anymore. She was better! "Yes!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. Her scream woke up Briarlight, who had been sleeping peacefully. "What is it?" the brown she-cat asked.

"I'm cured!"

"What? I'd better get Jayfeather!" Briarlight tumbled out of her nest and started to drag herself to the fresh-kill pile. "No, I'll get him. You stay here." Cherrykit told her, and the kit bounced off to the pile, where Jayfeather was eating a plump starling. "Guess what?" the ginger she-kit giggled excitedly.

"What is it?"

"I think I'm better!" she mewed joyfully.

"Lets get back to the den. I'll check." The gray tabby medicine cat replied.

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