"Flamekit, wake up." a voice, sweet like honey, touched his ear fur. "You are dreaming." 

Flamekit yawned and stirred. "Who is it?" then he stiffened. He recognized that mew. A familiar scent washed over him. "Sparrowwing?" his heart quickened with happiness. "Mother!"

"Yes, Flamekit. I have to tell you something very important. I have no reason to hide it from you now. Now, Flamekit, listen up." Sparrowwing whispered. "You cannot hide like mice in a burrow. All the cats in Darkclan must listen. You have to stand up and fight!" her voice raised to a yowl. 

Flamekit stared at his suddenly furious mother. "Ye-yes."

"Use all your skills and defeat Gloomystar! You cannot hide!" Sparrowwing's voice softened. "I will give you a gift: To transform into a lion, but not a normal lion, but a big fire lion." Sparrowwing put her muzzle on Flamekit's head. "Burn up like the sun, little one." 

Searing pain made Flamekit jerk. It felt like every hair on his body, every part of him, was on fire. He gasped for breath, but his lungs felt like they were on fire, too. Gradually, the fire slowly began to subside. He took deep breaths and steadied his trembling paws. 

Sparrowwing warned, "You can only turn into one if you become a warrior." her eyes glistened with love for her kit. "Wake up now." 

Flamekit opened his eyes and found himself in his den again. He stood up and stretched. "Good morning," Stealthfeather grumbled from outside the den. " We have a lot to do. First, hunting, second, herb collecting, third, tick-picking, fourth, moss collecting, fifth, fighting, sixth, talk to Gloomystar, seventh, eat, eighth, go hunting again, nine, border patrol, ten, sleep."

Flamekit sighed. It was going to be another tiring day. "Fine." he got up and followed Stealthfeather. He hunted and caught three mice, four voles and one big rabbit alongside Rabbitear. He went to Mintwhisker and collected a bunch of herbs. He followed Stealthfeather again, towards Horsefoot's(he was an elder) den, and picked off a bunch of ticks. He puffed, dragging his paws towards the forest. Stealthfeather helped him stripe off moss from the trunk of the tree. He collapsed on the way to the fighting grounds. Moonshade helped him up and refreshed those fighting skills. Flamekit gasped for breath, his throat dry, as he padded towards Gloomystar's den to give his daily report. When he got sent out, he lapped some water from a pool in the clearing and went to do his seventh task: eat. He chose one of the fat mice that he had caught, and after eating, he got ready to go out on patrol. He went with Nightbird, Cherrytail, Owlcry and Gloomystar himself to check on the borders. Finally, he collapsed in his nest. Paws sounded beside him. "Flamekit, you've done well today. Your apprentice ceremony will be held tomorrow." Gloomystar turned and padded out of the den. 

Flamekit sighed and put his chin on the edge of his nest. He slipped into troubleless dreams.