A howl of pain screeched through the clearing, several cats looking to a den, eyes wide with worry, one tom pacing back and forth, fretting to himself. Another howl pierced the air soon after, the very grass shivering. "Please be okay... let her be okay...." the tom murmured, wanting nothing more than to rush to his mate's side as another screech reverberated through the camp, his leaf green eyes looking to the entrance with worry. His love, Ravenpelt, had a difficult pregnancy, always on the verge of greencough; he had stayed by her side at all times, ignoring the risk of sickness to help his mate in any way he could. 

A few joyous mews soon reached the tom's ears, the male feeling a surge of joy in his paws as he saw the medicine cat walk out of the den, a weary smile on his face. "Congratulations Lightningpelt," Oakfern said, his tone happy but his eyes made Lightningpelt freeze for a second. He was about to speak when he heard a faint mew call his name, the voice belonging to his mate. Smiling again, Lightingpelt brushed by Oakfern, padding to his mate's nest to see her with another queen, the tabby licking her gently. "Lightningpelt..." Ravenpelt murmured, blinking tiredly to her mate when she saw him, smiling with pride and love as she gazed down at the lone kit suckling at her teat, Lightningpelt soon laying down beside her.

The kit was grey with dark stripes, it's fur cleaned by Oakfern as it sucked his mother's side. "He is beautiful," Ravenpelt murmured, purring with delight as she held their kit close to her, using her tail to wrap around the kit in a warm embrace in the leaf-fall night. Lightingpelt could only purr with delight as he laid next to his mate, looking down at their kit with all the pride a new father could feel as cats began to come into the den one at a time, each congratulating the couple before letting another take their place.

-meanwhile-

Oakfern looked up to Silverpelt, his watery blue eyes looking up at the sky with a questioning gaze. "Is he the one?" Oakfern murmured, thinking of his dreams with Starclan, Yellowfang and Jayfeather both telling him a prophecy that was long forgotten, even by the Tribe of Rushing Water. Getting up from the outside of his den, he padded back to his nest, wanting to rest for the night with the Prophecy on his tongue.

"Silver shall be worth more than Gold"

Alright, everyone! This is just the begging of the life of Silverkit, a cat destined for something great. What awaits him? How will he deal with the destiny for him? Stay tuned for this soon to be a trilogy!

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