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Chapter 1

Jayfrost

Jayfrost followed Kindlestrike and Fawntail as she snagged a rabbit from the fresh-kill pile and brought it over to her. Redheart smiled gratefully but lately she could barely even choke water down. After Larkblossom left, she seemed to have become sickly of the heart. She contributed to the Clan by hunting and patrolling, but seemed to have no spirit. He watched as the warrior nudged the rabbit to Smallpaw and Loudpaw. The two apprentices wolfed the scrawny kill down to the very bones.

Jayfrost decided to look away as his stomach growled. Kindlestrike and Fawntail did the same thing and sighed.

"I don't think I can handle going hunting again…my paws are still numb from the dawn patrol." Fawntail mewed. "I'm going to my nest; wake me if I am needed." She nodded to the toms and trotted off towards the warrior's den. Kindlestrike flicked his ears.

"I think I can manage another hunt, do you want to join me?" He asked and looked over at the meager fresh-kill pile. He hasn't eaten a thing today. Jayfrost realized with a jolt. He nodded vigorously and followed the pale red tom out of camp. They passed Thornstar and Owlflight who were carrying small mice that were dangling from their jaws. Thornstar stopped and set his kill down.

"Jayfrost, I need to speak to you when as soon as possible." Jayfrost tipped his head and gave Kindlestrike a sidelong glance. His friend shrugged.

"You may hunt, but return as soon as possible. A storm's coming." The leader had a sharp edge to his voice as he picked up his kill and walked off.

"He's right you know, let's hurry." Kindlestrike meowed and picked up his pace. Jayfrost slunk after him as a dry, cold snow began to fall.

Larkblossom

She looked at Dusk uncertainly, watching her face to see if she was taking her offer back. The mottled she-cat was looking at her with surprise instead.

"Wouldn't your Clan help take care of them?" She asked. "Surely with so many of you-"

"They can't help me. It…it's not…" She trailed and looked away. Dusk nodded uncomfortably and looked at the ground. Larkblossom couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.

"Alright…I know some cats that wouldn't mind having you, unless you want to stay with my kits and I?" Dusk meowed kindly and smiled. She motioned Larkblossom to follow her with her tail.

"Well, my Twolegs have a nice, warm shed that you can use when the kits come…" Larkblossom listened quietly to the queens' chatter and looked around at the scenery. The grass felt cold and unfamiliar in contrast to the forest floor of her home. There were different Twoleg nests varying in shapes, sizes, and colors. Some had green or red lights- even white lights hanging off of their tops! They passed several Twolegs nests until they arrived at Dusk's Twolegs' nest. And when Dusk had told Larkblossom to search for the brightest nest, she wasn't kidding. As they hopped over the fence, Larkblossom was bombarded with many lights. There were more than green, red, and white lights. There were lights that had patterns to them or some that just blinked

"How can you sleep around here?" She mewed as she squinted. "It's so bright!" Dusk laughed and shook her head. "You get used to it, don't worry."

They jumped down into the nest's garden and padded across the strange grass and came up to the entrance of the nest. Larkblossom hesitated and stepped back from the nest anxiously, Twoleg scent powerful. She looked to Dusk timidly.

"What if your Twolegs try to kick me out?" She asked. "I'd have nowhere else to go…" Dusk shook her head again. "Don't think like that, they won't mind at all…in fact, they might even help with the kits when they arrive." That helped calm a little bit of Larkblossom's nerves, but she still felt worried. Dusk then headed into a weird flap that lead into the nest.

For my kits. Larkblossom then sighed and followed her.

Olivefur

A sudden chill crept on Olivefur's side as she woke up from her nap. She poked her head up from the grass and looked around. She smiled as she spotted a small shape bouncing around in the field near the trees she and Rowanstar where napping under. Dawnkit had earlier fallen asleep by Olivefur's side under the dappling bright ever abundant Greenleaf sunlight.

But now she was playing with her brother who had dashed past them and gently tackled his sister in the tall grasses. Rowanstar stirred beside Olivefur and raised his head and blinked. Then he saw Olivefur and purred; all of the pain and guilt from the past had gone- though he had yet to talk to Larkblossom through her dreams.

"Icewhisp is coming to talk to us in a while…he's worried about Redheart." Rowanstar suddenly said, but she knew he was going to mention their daughter, too. Olivefur flicked her ears. She gazed at her mate and nodded.

"I know. The loss of Briarpath had taken its toll." She mewed. The she nodded at the white tom who approached the mates.

"Greetings Rowanstar, Olivefur. Hold on for a moment, I need to fetch Briarpath." Icewhisp meowed briskly and began towards the FireClan warrior. Rowanstar tipped his head.

"Why does Briarpath need to be involved?" He asked, confused. Icewhisp looked to Olivefur.

"You don't know?" Icewhisp asked her. She slowly shook her head. She had hoped this wouldn't have to come up. Rowanstar gave Olivefur a look.

"Tell me what's going on; why does that tom need to be involved?" He asked again.

Olivefur sighed. "Love is love, you can't stop it." She looked at Icewhisp and got up.

"Larkblossom is carrying Briarpath's kits."