"Wait, don't go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "If you leave, you'll die!" I yelled in another attempt to call my sister back to me. Knowing I had no chance to bring my sister away from the death she didn't know of, I sat in the soft grass defeated.
Don't worry, it's just a dream. Just a dream. I thought to myself, not knowing I had an audience.
"More like a horrible memory being relived," a familiar voice said.
I whipped around and saw a beautiful starry she-cat. "Birchsong! Oh I've missed you so much…!" I yelled, tears edging my eyes, I buried my face in her fur. "Why did you come?" I asked.
"I came because you obviously needed me! Oh, Runningheart," my mother said. She started melting away along with the comfort. Then the once dry grass I was sitting on felt… different. I looked down at the blood spattered grass, why is there blood?
When all that you see is red below you, your task will be done, a dark, mysterious voice said. I turned my gaze upwards at the voice. Birchsong was standing a tail length away, a vacant look in her eyes.
Then, my eyes snapped open, lapping up the first rays of dawn. I stretched awake carefully stepping over the other sleeping warriors. As I got into the clearing of the Thunderclan camp, I saw the clan leader, Firestar, walking towards the patch of sun to clean himself. Brambleclaw followed behind him.
I walked over to Brambleclaw, the deputy, to find out my duties for the day; after I found out I walked over to the medicine den. I poked my head in; I had to talk to him. "Jayfeather?" I whispered trying to see if he was up. "Yes?" I heard the response. "Starclan gave me a prophecy, I'm worried about it." I said, walking towards the now stiff Jayfeather. "What kind of prophecy?" he asked in a tense voice.
"When all that you see is red below you, your task will be done," I said in a wary tone.
"When?"
"What?"
"When did you have the prophecy?"
"Last night."
Jayfeather was silent, it frightened me. I thought he might know what this means, I was curious but still scared to know.
"What?" I asked. My worry tainted voice barely audible.
"It's nothing, forget it. It's almost time for patrol, don't you have duty." He said as if to avoid the subject.
"Yeah, whatever. See you later, badger breath."
"Shut up. I have a patient," he said, nodding towards an apprentice who was limping into the wide, but cozy space. As I walked out of the den that held the smells I loved so much, the smells that reminded me of all the happy things in my life, I caught sight of my best friend, Fernshade, walking into the clearing.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Oh, just a second. Here comes Lionblaze, hey Lionblaze! What's up, kitty-cat?" she purred, walking in a circle around him, putting her tail around his neck, letting it slide off as she completed her full circle around him.
He responded with a confused, but scared stiff position. "Uh…"
"It's alright; you don't have to say anything. I already know how you feel." She told him as she rubbed her head against his neck.
"Uh… Fernshade, I have to go on, uh…patrol!" he blurted, obviously having just come up with the excuse. "Yes, I have to go on patrol!"
He ran so quickly away from his "seductive death" that Fernshade fell from her position leaning on her "crush's" shoulder to the ground.
"Oh come on," Fernshade whined "he's so pathetic…pathetically adorable!" she said with a level of amusement and exasperation all thrown into a sigh of awe. "What a kitty."
She was so weird. Then again she was probably contaminated from that stupid twoleg she used to live with.
"So, what were you doing with Jayfeather so early this morning?" she asked with a suggestive tone tainting her voice.
"Uh…No reason," I said with a cautious tone. She'd morph anything I'd say into something it wasn't. I had to choose my words carefully.
"Uh-huh, so-" She was cut off by wailing from the nursery. We both whipped our heads in the direction of the sound. As we did, we saw Jayfeather running into the nursery.
I ran over to the nursery to find out what was happening. "Jayfeather, do something! Do something, right now!" Blackrose yowled.
"What's happening!" I yelled in confusion.
"What? You've never seen kits being born?"
"No!" He looked at me, his blind blue eyes burning into my pelt as I told him.
"Come here, when a kit comes out, nip the sac open. Then, lick them dry and put them to her belly to suckle. Make sure they're breathing first." He told me. I just stared.
