In Skyclan, a kitten named Snowkit has been born. Starclan has already set her path, where her paws will walk from now until she passes. Snowkit walked into the medicine den after a nice long night of sleep. The medicine cat, Crookedtooth was already awake, sorting through herbs. "Crookedtooth, how do you remember all of these herbs?" Snowkit asked. Crookedtooth looked up, with a mixture of surprise and wisdom in her eyes. "Well, young kit, it is a passion of mine. I remember these herbs because I know the clan will need me to know the right ones for wounds, and if I get it wrong, I'll be in big trouble." She answered.

"Oh... whats this one?" Snowkit asked, as she pawed at a small seed. "For Starclans sake, don't flick it into the bushes!" Crookedtooth exclaimed. "That is a poppy seed, its used to help a cat sleep if he or she is in pain, or sick." Crookedtooth said. "Oh, and whats that?" Snowkit asked more questions, pointing at more small berries, and leaves and seeds. Snowkit was amazed on how many herbs there were, and how many uses they had.

Once Snowkit went back to the nursery, her sister was already awake. "Hi, Berrykit! Wanna play?" Snowkit asked, excitedly. But Berrykit didn't answer, and she didn't look very well. Snowkit remembered Dock could help a fever... or was it Feverfew? She wasn't sure, but Crookedtooth would know. She ran to the medicine cat den and her mother, Firepelt was telling her how her kit had been a little hot during the night. "Hey, its Berrykit, she looks sick! And she smells funny, too."Snowkit told Crookedtooth.


Her mother ran to the nursery and then squealed in fear. Crookedtooth grabbed some Feverfew and ran to the nursery too. I knew it! It was Feverfew!Snowkit thought triumphantly. She started to pad over to the nursery when she heard a yowl, then she started to run. She couldn't believe her eyes when she got there.


Her sister had died! But how? Sickness shouldn't be able to spread that fast, and her sister wasn't sick at all last night. This couldn't be possible! "M-mommy... how.." Snowkit managed to say something, but she couldn't think of the right words to say. Everybody was silent as Crookedtooth examined her. When she stood up, from what felt like a seasons worth of silence, their leader Foxstar had came in the nursery, with his deputy Nutwhisker. "Its unknown why Berrykit died. She smells like she was sick... but its abnormal to have died so fast, from something that had formed only overnight..." Crookedtooth whispered calmly. "But, however she died, we must make sure this sickness doesn't spread. We have to renew all of this moss."


The medicine cat then began to take the moss carefully with her paw and bring it into the main clearing. Snowkit decided to help to, taking the moss from around Berrykits body while her mother picked the limp form up and brought it into the clearing. Nutwhisker followed, then Foxstar. Snowkit was trailing behind Crookedtooth back into the nursery to clean up more moss when she heard the familiar yowl from Foxstar. "Let all cats join here beneath the Highstone!" He must mean her too, since he forgot the "Old enough to catch their own prey" part of the sentence.


Snowkit padded into the clearing instead of cleaning up more moss. She was curious what Foxstar would say about this tragedy. "We have lost a clan mate today, Berrykit. Only Starclan knows whats happened to her... She died in her sleep from an unknown sickness, one that not even Crookedtooth can explain." He paused while gasps of shock rose around the clearing, seeming to echo around the oddly silent forest. Foxstar went on, "However, we must not let this interfere with our daily lives, whomever was closest to Berrykit may sit vigil. Otherwise, please go back to regular patrols and training. The meeting is over."


But as he started to turn around a black cat in the front of the crowd exclaimed, "She must have been murdered!" Yowls of defiance rose around the clearing. "No!" "Impossible, I went dirt last night and I saw no cats!" "Is there a scent trail?" "lets catch whoever did it!" Then Foxstar faced his clan and yowled above all the other cats, "SILENCE! I said, it was sickness. Listen to what Crookedtooth said. Nutwhisker, arrange patrols." He then turned around before any other cat could say anything and stalked to his den. Nutwhisker then began announcing patrols. She couldn't wait for when she was an apprentice, shed be the best hunter in the forest!

Snowkit went over to her sisters dead body and sniffed it. It didn't smell of any cats from other clans, not that she knew what they smelled like. But she had smelled a Thunderclan cat when one had come into the camp. She couldn't remember why... She remembered it looking terrified... and something about an odd sickness their medicine cat couldn't define... That night she couldn't sleep, she finally fell asleep at moonhigh though, then had nightmares about cats just.. dying within seconds, as her sister did....

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Chapter 2- www.planetminecraft.com/blog/rebellion-chapter-2/
Chapter 3- www.planetminecraft.com/blog/rebellion-chapter-3/