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A bluish-gray cat stalked through the bushes. The moonlight bleached the area, making it silver. The leaves on the trees continued to drop, and the she-cat held back the hesitation to catch them. Holding her mouth open so she could smell, no scent was detected yet. Why wasn't he here yet? He should have been here soon…that was what they were planning.

The she-cat sat down and neatly curled her tail around her paws. She had to be patient; this cat she was waiting for never lied…at least not yet…

Tucking the thought out of her mind, the gray cat caught the scent of a vole and her stomach started to growl like the fiercest tom. She scanned the quiet environment, searching the ferns and undergrowth. Suddenly, a crack in the bracken was heard and she quickly dropped into hunting position.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a vole, but a ginger tabby. The she-cat jumped when her nose collided with his, but then her fur lied down and she licked it smooth. Suddenly, she was purring. "Oakheart! You're late! I thought you'd never come!" she mewed as she licked her fur down to calm herself.

The tabby purred. "Sorry, Bluestar," he purred. "I was delivering a message to Leopardstar on what herbs that her medicine cat, Mothwing, shall use. That she-cat is always forgetting," he purred lovingly.

Bluestar narrowed her eyes. "You treat her like she's your own daughter," she mewed without an expression on her face.

Oakheart nodded. "Yes, do you find faults with that?" he questioned suspiciously to his mate.

Bluestar calmly dipped her head with respect. "No, I do not. She is an attractive, strong, smart young cat. And she is why I brought you here, Oakheart."

He suddenly looked up at Bluestar from the hole he was digging. Apparently, he wasn't listening to Bluestar's words. "And what is that?" He asked, now listening very attentively.

She gave a thoughtful look, as if she was rolling words around in her mind like a medicine cat's poultice. "Oakheart, you know what happened with us? You know… a forbidden love?"

Oakheart took a deep breath and sighed. "Uh…yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "But what does that have to do-"

"It's a prophecy, Oakheart. Didn't you realize? You know that when cats of StarClan meet, it usually means a prophecy." She licked his ear and went on. "Something will happen, between Mothwing and another cat. It's something horrible…"

"What? What could possibly be so horrible that you're sending to Mothwing?" He asked, cutting her off. "I mean, if you told Mothwing that it was horrible, she would totally have a spazz attack." He mewed snobbishly.

"Yes, but who said I would tell her?" Bluestar coldly asked. Oakheart mouth the word, "oh" then became silent. "And if you really want to know…" she slowly padded over and leaned over to his ear. She whispered something into his ear, and then backed away into her original position.

Oakheart laughed. "Bluestar! That's not terrible, that is great! Didn't you feel like that?" He meowed, grinning widely.

"It is terrible not for her feelings. For her own good. You see, Leopardstar won't allow it, and neither will her Clanmates. This could be trouble for Mothwing…or even death."

Oakheart grimaced. "Death? Why death? Isn't that kinda…overrated?" He mewed nervously pawed at the ground.

Bluestar rolled her eyes. Oakheart was too joking, like Graystripe. She purred at the thought of the world down at the forest… but it was no longer the forest. It was the lake now. Bluestar sighed at what the Twolegs had done to the old forest home she had once known, turning it into a large complex of Thunderpaths. It was disgusting, devastating…despressing. "Yes Oakheart, it is indeed," she finally replied after an awkward silence. "But Mothwing won't care…she will go to all ends of the earth…dreadful indeed, but inevitable. The young she-cat can't follow the rules forever."

The tabby nodded. "Yes Bluestar. I will send her the message, since I'm from her Clan." He dipped his head and departed the lush forest of StarClan.

Bluestar called back to him, "Yes, you do that, since you're the…" she searched her mind for the word. " 'Patron saint' of RiverClan." She chuckled and slowly disappeared into the air, off to do more StarClan business.

Oakheart pretended to laugh. "Ha ha, Bluestar. As if I haven't heard that one before." He rolled his eyes and searched for the mind of the young medicine cat, ready to send her the prophecy that would always be remembered for a long time, from one generation to the next. Sighing with stress, he told himself he could do this, and plunged into Mothwing's dreams.

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