Moonhigh. A dark mist gathered over the forest floor, cloaking the mossy ground with a cool humidity. The leaves of the trees blocked all but a small sliver of moonlight, but it was just enough for a cat to find her way through the heavy fog. Paws disturbed the mist as a small she-cat, belly heavy with kits, wound her way through the thick cluster of tall oak trees. Her sleek snow-white fur gleamed in the moonlight, and her pale eyes glowed as she turned her head to the stars.

"Oh, Lionkit. Where do you wish to lead me now?" She twisted her head upward, gaze flicking from star to star until it rested upon a small, almost unnoticeable star that was tucked close to the moon. It glowed far more brightly than any other star, even though it was half the size of any of them. She smiled, bittersweet pride surging through her. She thought about the small tom, his bright eyes, his pale fur. She turned her eyes to her paws.

"Stormflight." A small, young voice rang through the mist, the pain in it wrenching the young she-cats heart.

"Why can't you just leave me be?" She shouted to the night, tears spilling from her eyes. "Lionkit,"

"Just follow my star," He mewed. She strained to see him through the dense fog, catching a glimpse of his bright eyes.

"Where are you leading me?"

"Somewhere you can be safe."

"I know the rest of StarClan rejects me. Why don't you?"

"Oh, Stormflight," He emerged from the fog, barely tall enough for her to see him. The fog swirled away as he padded toward her. "You tried. Don't blame yourself."

"Amberleaf could have done better." She looked away. "Amberleaf wouldn't have made the mistake I did." She lowered her voice to a hoarse whisper. "Amberleaf would have saved you."

"Don't blame yourself!" Repeated Lionkit. "It was my own fault."

"I could have saved you!" She yowled. "I should have! It's all my fault."

"At least you tried."

"It wasn't enough."

"And it was Spiderfang that fell in love with you,"

"But I didn't reject him," She wailed. "Don't you see? I am a medicine cat. Spiderfang and I were never supposed to be! I ruined everything." Stormflight bowed her head. "I was given a prophecy. You were to be Lionstar! I should have saved you! That was your destiny! And you fell in the river and-" She choked back a sob. "And then you died!"

"Follow my star. All the way to RiverClan."

"RiverClan?

"You'll see, my dear Stormflight. It is your destiny. I am so sorry. It won't be long now."

And with that, he disappeared off into the mist.

She sat down, shoulders hunched and eyes down. Sobs shook her body and fat tears rolled down her cheeks. She had messed everything up. It was all her fault.

As she moved on, a large lake came swiftly into view. Its crashing waves glinted in the cool moonlight, and a small river trickled peacefully into it. RiverClan, perhaps? She quickened her pace, wincing as pain jolted trough her belly.

She was running as fast as she could, her swollen belly weighing her down and pain coming with each pawstep. She yowled as she passed a scent marker, hoping that somecat would hear her.

She screamed and cried, tears of pain rushing freely down her cheeks. "Oh, StarClan save me!" She shrieked as she collapsed heavily to her side. The pain had become too much, and all she could do was lay down and cry. An involuntary shudder ran down the length of her body, and she realized that she was kitting.

But something was going terribly wrong.

She smelled blood on the chilled air, along with the scents of foreign cats.

Three cats came into view, but her vision was hazy with a thick shroud of pain. "It's a rouge! She looks hurt, go get Tansytail! Hurry!"

Stormflight squinted up at the tom that stood above her, another spasm running through her. She clawed the ground, shrieking in agony. "Something's wrong!" The tom, who was a well-muscled tabby, looked at her, eyes full of concern. "I think she's kitting!"

"Of course she is, you mouse-brain!" A new voice rang through the air, high and female. It was accompanied by the thick scent of herbs, reminding Stormflight of her den. The new she-cat placed a paw on her flank. "You're doing fine, dear. Everything will be okay."

"No," Stormflight managed to hiss. "I've seen enough-" She felt another spasm, stronger this time, coarse through her. "-kittings t-to know that I-I'm not well."

"Shh. I'm a medicine cat, I know what I'm doing, dear. You'll be fine."

"N-No, I won't" She gritted her teeth. "I'm a med-medicine cat t-too."

The she-cat froze. "What Clan?"

She was barely able to choke out an answer. "SkyClan…" She shrieked as a small kit slid onto the grass. A violent shudder went through her, and another kit joined his sister.

"There, see? You're all done. Two beautiful kits," But the pain didn't stop.

"T-tansytail," She growled the medicine cat's name. "The sky has f-fallen, bu-but i-it will h-have a place once mo-more,"

Tansytail shivered. Was this a prophecy? After all, this strange she-cat claimed to be from a Clan.

Stormfight thrashed, tearing up grass and flinging it. Foam trickled from her mouth, and she shuddered again. Her head fell back, and she was still, leaving the RiverClan cats alone in the cold darkness.