Nightkit could hear voices.

"Has she opened her eyes yet?" It was mindwhisker, her adopted mother.

"No, mindwhisker, give her time." Sparkfang! Her father! Nightkit could hear softkit and love kit beside her. She squeezed her eyes tighter shut, then blinked them open. She gazed at her brother and sister. Both eevees. Her adopted mother, an espeon. She finally laid eyes on her father. Her heart skipped a beat. He was amazing!

"Hey look!" Gasped the espeon, "Sparkfang, her eyes are open!" The jolteon looked at the umbreon with love in his eyes. He rasped his tongue over her ears.

"Welcome! Do you like what you see?" He purred, then added to mindwhisker, "she looks just like her mother." His voice was filled with greif. ^mama!^ she thought. Her siblings obviously didn't remember, but she did. Her mothers fur. Her tongue rasping over her ears, how warm she was, and then not, then cold. Her last words.... Stay safe prophecied one, I love you..... And then she died.... She was stiff, cold... Nightkit had cried out, snuggling closer to her mother. Her Eevee siblings just suckled in vain, not caring about her.

"Hey," said love kit, suddenly perking her ears up, "can we go outside now?" Mindwhisker looked at them.

"Maybe..." She mumbled, cautious. Softkit padded to his sisters side.

"Briar kit, is outside!" He barked.

"Yea, and snowy kit!" Love kit purred,

"And badgerkit and yellow kit!" Softkit finished.

"They are all 5 and a half moons old!" Gasped mindwhisker, exasperated. Sparkfang stepped forward.

"You can go, but be careful!" He added as the kits bundled out, shoving past Nightkit, who gave a squeak and tumbled after them.

Once outside, Nightkit gazed happily around.

"Hey guys, wait up!" She shouted as her brother and sister ran ahead. Love kit stopped, flicking her tail for her brother to stop too. Nightkit padded up to them. "Hey, thanks-"

"Hey thanks!" Mocked love kit. "Get away from us dweeb!" Nightkit stared at them, a wounded look on her face. "Come on softkit, let's go." She snarled, turning her back. Softkit stuck his tongue out at her and padded away too. Nightkit sat down, shoulders slumped and ears down. She could see her siblings finding briar kit, yellow kit, and eaglekit.

She sighed, and looked at her paws. She felt a paw on her shoulder. She whipped around to see snowy kit. She was big!

"Hi," she said, "I'm snowy kit." Nightkit blinked up at her.

"I'm Nightkit!" She squealed. Snowy kit gazed after her siblings.

"Hey, don't listen to them," she growled, "siblings can be vulpixhearts." Nightclaw nodded. "Hey, you know your mother saved the clan." Snowykit continued, "you should be proud. You look just like her." Nightclaw smiled.

"Thanks." She managed. The older kit nodded and padded away. Nightkit was astonished at how mature she sounded. She gazed after snowy kit, and saw briar kit pad up to her. She could just make out his words.

"....hang out with her. She is an umbreon! She's stupid."

"Come on!" Snowy kit argued, "she's just a kit like us. Shove off!" Briar kit narrowed his eyes.

"I'll show you shove off!" He growled, pushing her down into the dirt. He marched towards Nightkit, fury in his eyes. A grim smile appeared on his muzzle. He pinned her down. Nightkit could make out snowy kit running towards them, limping. Briar kit reared his head back, a shadow ball appearing between his jaws, growing in size. Nightkit struggled in vain. Briar kit used the shadow ball move, the ball launched from his jaws straight at Nightkit.

...

"Is she alive?" A smoking crater lay in the middle of the camp. Lightstar leaped form her den and launched herself towards the crater, Sparkfang coming from the opposite side. They reached the crater. Nightkit was at the bottom, eyes closed. Sparkfang cried out, and raced down the crater.

"Nightkit!" He howled. The kit blinked open her eyes.

"What?" She asked, blinking innocently. Sparkfang stared at her.

"She's alive!" He gasped. He kept on staring, jaws now gaping.

"What what?!" Demanded Nightkit. Sparkfang ignored her but reached out a paw and touched something to her side. Nightkit slowly turned her head. She gasped. "What happened?!" Sparkfang just lifted the object slowly. Nightkit felt a tug on her side. She looked at what was on his paw.

It was a wing.

A feathered black wing.

Nightkit gasped and scrambled to her paws. She found she had new muscles in her back, which she flexed. A wing on each side flapped. She turned around in a circle, looking at them in awe.

"Lightstar!" Squeaked Sparkfang, voice high. "Lightstar?" The Sylveon peeked her head over the top of the crater, eyes filled with sorrow.

"I'm so sor-" she trailed off when she saw Nightkit blinking up at her. "What?!" Nightkit flared her wings in surprise. "WHAT?!" Nightkit gasped, and scrabbled up the side of the crater. She dashed for the exit of the camp. A crowd of eeveelutions blocked her way, pushing and shoving her.

"Nightkit!" She heard her father shout, his voice worried. "Nig-"

"SILENCE!!!" Boomed a voice. The crowd of eevees immediately parted, revealing a broad shouldered umbreon. He stepped forward, flaring his large powerful wings to push the crowd back. Mumurs of:

"He has wings?!" And

"Two phycos?!" Could be heard. The umbreon marched forward until he was a tail length from Nightkit. He opened his mouth to speak when Sparkfang heaved himself up from the rim of the crater, jumping defensively in front of his kit.

"Don't touch a fur on her pelt!" He screeched, "I'll tear your pelt off you vulpixheart!!! I will!!!" The umbreon snarled and smacked the jolteon away with his wing.

"Pichubrain..." He muttered. Turning to Nightkit, he added, "You have wings." He sniffed at the little wings, clamped tight to her body with fear. "You are the prophecied one, I think." He spread his own wings out, eyes suddenly white. "THERE WILL BE A SHADOW, RISING FROM THE LIGHT TO CRUSH THE SPIRIT!!!!!!!!" He boomed. "I must go.." He whipped around, wings knocking Nightkit back into the crater. He crouched, and took off, flapping away into the night.

Sparkfang got to his feet and ran back into the crater. He lifted up Nightkit and cradled her in his paws.

"I don't care, wings or no, you're still my Nightkit." He murmered. Picking her up by her scruff he carried her to the nursery.

"Thanks, but I'm not -yawn- tired..." She yawned, voice slurred with tiredness.

"Yes you are. It's been a big first day out!" He mumbled through her scruff. The jolteon set her down in the nest. Softkit and love kit came in too, making sure to sit opposite of Nightkit. The umbreon closed her eyes, and as soon as she did, she was somewhere else.