Have you guys read the first one yet? Warriors Continued? This is the second one, so...

Chapter 1

Dewleaf paced around the nursery as Snowfall followed him around; Cherrybloom was giving birth.

"Snowfall! Come and meet your kits!" Jayfeather demanded.

Snowfall raced inside, Dewleaf hard on his paws.

Cherrybloom lay next to two suckling figures: A dark red she-kit and a white tom with black ear-tips.

"I'll name the dark red she-kit-" began Cherrybloom, but was interrupted by screeching from the thorn barrier as the dawn patrol burst through.

Dewleaf dashed outside, followed by Snowfall, Ambermoon and Jayfeather.

Thornclaw was carrying Blossomfall, a limp body breathing slowly as grief filled her mate's eyes.

"Jayfeather! Ambermoon!" he cried through a mouthful of calico fur. "Do something!"

Jayfeather rushed over to the dying she-cat, Ambermoon at his side.

Blossomfall's life was bleeding out crimson onto the grass below.

"It's too late," Ambermoon muttered. "She's going to die."

Millie rushed out of the warriors' den to stand beside her kit.

"Who did this?" she hissed through gritted teeth, then added solemnly, "I wish I had spent more time with her instead of worrying over Briarlight."

Blossomfall took one last shallow breath before she lay still.

"I'm afraid that Flightwing... she's still alive," Sandstorm spat.

"What?" Snowfall growled.

"First it's Icecloud, then it's Hazeltail, and now Blossomfall!" Squirrelflight murmured.

"So Flightwing did it!" Millie hissed.

Thornclaw nodded sadly.

"Apparently she got a second chance," he meowed.

"Why Blossomfall?" wailed Bumblestripe as he padded up to his dead sister.

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Cherrybloom had named the she-kit Blossomkit, after Blossomfall, and Snowfall had named the tom Darkkit.

"I can't believe that Flightwing is still alive! Flightwing! Out of all cats!" Snowfall mewed angrily.

So the prophecy about Snowfall was only halfway done, and now Dewleaf had his own prophecy...