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Prolouge[]
A medicine cat smiled at a she-cat and tom with their two newborn kits. One was a beautiful calico she-cat, And the other a bramble-coloured tom. "What'll their names be?" The medicine cat purred. "How about.... Cherrykit and... Granitekit. What do you think, Daisythorn?" The queen looked up at the yellow medicine-cat expectantly. Her mate nodded. Daisythorn smiled. "Beautiful names, Brightpoppy. And it looks like Cometfrost agrees." Daisythorn made a sneaky face at Brightpoppy's mate. The two kits suckled quietly on the milk. Daisythorn walked out, looking up at the sunset sky. Her eyes blurred, seeing a cat in a vision. Perhaps she was hallucinating? The cat walked up. "Daisythorn, StarClan has a prophecy." The tom in the vision raised her chin with his paw. "Padheart?" She trembled. "Yes. Do you want to hear it?" He played with her ear. "Y-Y-Yes..." She murmured. "Alright. When the Cherry is engulfed from the Spirit, It will strengthen and climb back up its' tree." Padheart meowed quietly with a smile. He faded away slowly. Daisythorn's mouth gaped, looking at her den. "Runningstar!" She called, bursting into his den.
"Yes, Daisythorn?" He purred. "I had a vision."
Chapter 1[]
"Cherrykit!" A large tom called to what seemed to be his sister.
Their pelts blew in the wind, eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, Brother?" The small shekit trotted up.
"I already told you, quit calling me 'brother'. Call me Granitekit already! Anyway, tomorrow we're apprentices." The tom purred.
"You're so smart, Bro- I Mean Granitekit!" Cherrykit purred, licking his cheek and running off to play.
As Cherrykit ran around, she heard the Daisythorn and Runningstar talking in the den.
"Is Cherrykit the prophecy cat?" Runningstar asked.
"What about Spiritpaw?" Daisythorn's head cocked.
"It's gotta be them." Runningstar nodded.
"But what about the tree?" Daisythorn sighed.
"Probably just the Clan's honor." Runningstar laughed hardily.
"Prophecy..? Me..?" Cherrykit zoned out, head tilted.
"Isn't Cherrykit a little weak for that?" The yellow medicine cat shrugged.
"I guess you're right. Let's just wait until it happens..." Runningstar sighed.
Runningstar's eyes flashed, scenting Cherrykit outside. A smile peeled on his face- In laughter.
"Cherrykit, come in." He beckoned.
Cherrykit's face was flushed in embarrassment, slowly walking in.
"Yes..?" Her voice was like silk.
"I'm guessing you heard us." Runningstar cuffed her ear lightly.
"Y-Y-Yeah..." Cherrykit shuffled her paws.
"This is why you have no possibility of being the prophecy cat. Daisythorn, it's probably a metaphor. I'm guessing Fruitpaw will be our savior." Runningstar scoffed.
Chapter In Construction, Sorry