Mirror Image

Reflections

They are the mirror image

Of the outside shell

But

The mirrior image

Will never show the inside

Of the shell.

Prologue
Two toms stood in the rain, flashes of lightning lit the sky in a white light, the both of their eyes flashed in hatred and betrayel.

The big, black, amber eyed tom yowled "How could you? This is our clan? How dare you kill them?"

The cruel, young, dark brown tom, whose eyes were as cold as ice, and claws as sharp as thorns, smirked, and mewed "Why not? They were weak, and they're still weak in Starclan also, this clan doesn't need weaklings."

The black tom snarled "They were your family! The only family you had!" his tail flicked irritably, and his claws sheated and unsheathed in anticipation for the battle that was brewing.

"Hah! I don't need family, I didn't need them, again, they were weaklings who had it coming to them!" the brown tom laughed, his tail twitching. "You're getting a soft heart, not fit for a Shadowclan leader."

"This isn't me being soft! This is you killing family to feed your own ambitios plans!" the black tom yelled at him "Are you that blind?"

"Heh, no, I'm not blind, and my plans are for the good of the clan, unlike your thoughts and plans, which will only make the clan crumble into a ruin, a shadow of it's former self." the brown tom growled, his eyes starting to narrow dangerously.

"You don't understand, if you try and make your ambitious plans come true, the clan will crumble!" the black tom yowled in exasperation.

The brown tom twitched his whiskers "The clan won't crumble, it will thrive on the fear that I will bring to the clans, all clans will bow down to us!" he mewed "We will rightfully rule the lake!"

"You can't, cats have tried that before and have had horrible, horrible, deaths! You will end up taking the same path as them, only to fall." the black tom growled.

"Unlike them though, I'm going to be smart, not be hot-headed, and plan ahead, I'll know where cats will be before even they do." he sniffed.

"But-" but the black tom was silenced, the brown tom had finally pinned him, and he snarled.

"Good-bye, brother."

Chapter 1
A small, young, kit squeaked as a pure white tom leaped on her, his playful blue eyes shining in delight.

"Heronkit! Come on! I want to play!" the white tom laughed, jumping off her, and procedded to poke her with his paw "It's no fun sleeping all day! Everyone knows that!"

Heronkit stretched, and yawned, looking at her friend "You were always the morning cat, Whitekit, sadly, I'm not one of those cats." she mewed calmly.

Whitekit swished his tail "Aw, but it's so easy to be a morning cat! It's a whole new adventure when you wake up! To see the whole wide world!" he mewed.

Heronkits mother, Rainpetal, purred from where she was resting "Whitekit, no cat can see the whole wide world in one day."

Whitekit puffed out hs chest in a typical tom fashion "Well, maybe not today! But someday!" he mewed.

His sister, Heatherkit, who was older then them, was washing herself, and she sighed "Whitekit, you're not even an apprentice yet, but you can always explore the camp."

Whitekit looked at Heronkit with wide blue eyes "Want to go explore the camp?" he asked, bouncing up to her.

Heronkit, suddenly feeling hopeful, nodded "Yeah! I call going inside the medicine cats den first!" she yelled, pushing Whitekit, and running out of the nursery.

"Hey! No fair!" Whitekit laughed, chasing after her,pouncing on her, then jumping off, hurrying to the medicine den.

She laughed as she stood up to catch up, but she stopped, looking around in shock, everything had changed.

The world seemed to distort, everything was mixed images, cats were fighting, or talking, but it seemed to mesh together, and blood was on the ground, like it was recently fought on.

Heronkit looked around, and thought W-What's going on?! she backed up in alarm, looking around as her world seemed to distort even more, focusing on cats fighting, and blood being spilt over territory.

''I-I don't want this! What's happening?!'' she thought in alarm as she heard "Don't trust the reflection."

She heard Whitekit yell "Hey! Heronkit! Heronkit, you're not even listening to me!"

Heronkit blinked, and the weird vision was over, and soon it was peaceful again, and Whitekit was standing in front of her with confused eyes "Are you alright?"

"Uh.. Yeah!" she laughed "Just got a head rush, that's all, got up to quickly!" she twitched her tail, looking at Whitekit "Really, I'm fine."

Whitekit just twitched his whiskers "All right, let's go then!" he mewed, continuing his adventure to the medicine cat den.

Heronkit followed slowly, dismissing the weird vision as her imagination, or a day-dream, nothing to worry about, it was just a dream.

As they peeked their heads in, they saw Sunfur sorting herbs, and her apprentice, Yellowpaw, tending to one of the elders.

"How is Windears pad? This is the season for cracked pads, especially among the elders." Sunfur mewed.

Yellowpaw mewed "Looking good, you can go now Windear." she nodded to the old elder.

Windear grumbled "I can't wait for the season to be over, I prefer not going to sleep with sore pads." she muttered, flicking her tail irritably as she started to walk out.

Sunfur called "If they start bugging you again, just come here! We'll give it more herbs," she sighed "They get even more crankier every year."

Yellowpaw looked at the two kits "Looks like we have visitors, Sunfur." she mewed.

Whitekit and Heronkit tipped their heads.

Sunfur looked at them "Huh, curious kittens putting their noses in dangerous places?" she asked, then purred "Look around, but whatever you do, don't eat anything, don't want you getting sick from herbs." she then turned to another cat, who was sleeping, but was also in pain.

"Tsk, I don't know how she keeps on pulling through, she's strong, but sicknesses keep bombarding her left and right." Sunfur muttered.