Frostkit tumbled around on the grass, chasing after a dead leaf. Suddenly another white paw snatched it away, pinning it to the ground.
"I got it!" Snowkit yowled triumphantly. She then preceded to rip it up. "That that, you filthy Streamclan invader!"
Frostkit bunched up her hindquarters. "Yeah!" She added, tearing the leaves to bits.
The two sisters watched in satisfaction as the wind blew the pieces away, over the tall oak trees that marked their camp.                     

"I don't want to!" Frostkit complained.
"Yeah!" Snowkit added.
Swanfeather sighed. "You'll want to when it turns dark and you're tired."
Frostkit cocked her head. "But it's not dark and we're not tired."
Swanfeather face pawed herself. "Well-"
Whatever she was going to say was cut off by the ferns rustling in front of the medicine cat den. Oakshade came skidding out, panting and with wild eyes. "You-you-" he gasped, pointing a long claw at Snowkit.
Snowkit backed away in alarm, scooting closer to Swanfeather. "Uh..."
Swanfeather rolled her eyes, shielding Snowkit from the wild-eyed cat. "Oakshade. What now?"
     Frostkit cocked her head curiously as Oakshade, flank heaving, trained his gaze on Snowkit. "You. You will be the only one to save..."
     Snowkit looked genuinely confused. She glanced at her identical sister for confirmation, but found none. Swan feather shushed them quietly as Oakshade regained himself. "Hush. He is not feeling well."
     Oakshade shook his fraying head vehemently. "No. I feel fine. Swanfeather, I had a vision. The blood shall rise, blinding our eyes, and only a swan's leaf-bare can stop it. Snowkit, Swanfeather. If war breaks out against Streamclan, you know they are much mor powerful that us. Snowkit-" he shook his head then raced away, paying no heed to Frostkit in the shadows.
As Swanfeather ushered Snowkit back into the nursery, Frostkit piped up, "is it true?"
Swanfeather shook her head, but Frostkit could see the doubt in her eyes.