When Midnight Strikes

Summary: Telling Redfur the prophecy obviously wasn't enough. And now the whole Clan knows. They think Snowpaw is some sort of goddess, and I'm just the setback. But I'll show them… I'll show them all.

Prologue

A silver tabby she-cat slipped out of the medicine den silently, her green eyes shining in determination. The ferns rustled slightly as a breeze swept through camp. She shivered slightly, but managed to make her way over to the warriors den.

"Redfur," she meowed softly. "Are you there?"

A small groan came from inside the dark den, and she saw a ginger form illuminate in the darkness. Redfur! Her eyes glowed in hope as the ginger tom made his way out of the den without stepping on anyone's tail.

"Echoleaf," Redfur greeted, opening his jaws in a yawn. "What's the matter? I was having a pretty good dream."

Echoleaf rolled her eyes. "Sorry that what I have to say is too rubbish for your ears; I'm being serious, Redfur! I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it this time?" the ginger tom muttered, glaring at the ground with his sharp green eyes.

The silver tabby then for some reason felt incredibly nervous. She stared at her paws silently, trying to think of something to say. She had developed a crush on him when they were kits, but when Dappleshine came in the picture, they became mates as soon as they were warriors. Echoleaf had been angry at first, but she learned to accept the tortoiseshell she-cat as long as Redfur was happy. Later, she became a medicine cat under Blueleaf's training, but he had died at her naming ceremony. She sighed, remembering the blue-gray tom.

"Any day now!"

Echoleaf snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Redfur's snappy voice. She looked up to see the red-orange tom's fur fluffed up in fury. "I didn't get woken up to see you stand there, did I?"

"Of course not," the tabby medicine cat snapped back. "I came to tell you about a prophecy…"

Redfur perked his ears at this, interest shining in his green depths. "What prophecy?" he asked curiously.

"When midnight strikes, the snowy owl will take flight," Echoleaf recited perfectly, her whiskers twitching in satisfaction.

Redfur seemed to be thinking hard—his face was blank, but his eyes were flickering with many emotions she couldn't name.

It seemed like seasons passed before Redfur's face actually showed emotion, and it was excitement. "Echoleaf, don't you see?" he purred. "The prophecy is about my kits!"

The medicine cat tilted her head in mock confusion. "Oh, you really think so? I didn't know!" she meowed sarcastically. "Really, Redfur, you have to think! Why in the name of StarClan would I be telling you this if they weren't the ones mentioned?!"

The ginger tom shrugged, but kept his happy face on anyways. "I can't believe it! Dappleshine will be so proud!"

"Yes, but one of the kits has to be bad," Echoleaf pointed out flatly.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say it's Midnightkit," the tom meowed, rolling his eyes. "I mean, Snowkit couldn't be bad… It's impossible!"

And Midnightkit being bad is possible? Echoleaf wanted to retort, but didn't say anything. She just nodded, doubt shining in her eyes, and turned around, padding back into the medicine den.

The last she saw of Redfur was his ginger tail disappearing into the warriors den.

Yay, I finally found a story I can stick with! You know what I always say, read and review!