Jittertail stared out of her den, into the grassy clearing of her clan. Dawnstar, Gullsong and Aspentail laid in the center of camp, sunbathing. Acornkit, Squirrelkit and Lionkit pounced on their swaying tails. Willowgaze was near the lake shore, his apprentice and his children elbow-deep in water. Dapplepaw and Featherpaw looked less than happy to be there, meanwhile Dovepaw was quietly swimming out further slowly, looking back at his father for permission. Willowgaze started stepping in, nodding for them all to go out further. Silverpaw and his mentor, Fawnspark, came in through the thistle tunnel, holding fat sparrows.

All was well that greenleaf. Or rather, it would have been, if Dawnstar wasn't on her last three lives and wasn't currently sick. Some cat Jittertail couldn't care to remember the name of had brought an awful, maggot-infested, rotten, poison crow to camp, courteously giving to Dawnstar. She started hacking and choking immediately, and only stopped after Jittertail forced her to vomit. It was the only solution she had. At this point the only thing she could hope for was that Starclan could cure it when she lost that life.

Sighing, Jittertail ducked back into her rocky den, and slipped into a small hole. Inside where various long-carved shelves and holes in which she stored her herbs. It was big, and empty on the ground, full of various dry-moss beds for patients she didn't have. She sat in one for a moment while she scanned the shelves. She stood again and stretched up for her precious, small, soft, purple flower. Thyme. She knocked out a clawful, and sat down to consume the bitter flowers. She was numb to the taste at this point. She then walked over to the small pool in a different corner, taking a few quick licks, before choosing a bed and passing out in it.

She opened her drowsy eyes again in silver-blue grass. Around her were beautifully colored purple and blue flowers, dark-blue tree trunks with sky-blue leaves sat near against a starry night sky. She sat up sleepily. In front of her stood the very opaque brown-and-ginger legged figure of her mother, walking away from her quietly. Jittertail sighed again, looking at the flowers to check if they were thyme. Before she could make a full assessment a calico molly was walking up to her.

"Jittertail," she muttered, Jittertail making no response, deciding to take her chances with the flowers. The calico rolled her eyes, jumping on the flowers, trampling them.

"Do you mind?" Jittertail rasped, staring right at her, ears flattened. It was the calico who always spoke to her, Moonstar.

"If you keep eating thyme soon enough they'll be none left in the forest."

"I'll be dead before that, don't worry."

Moonstar snarled, sitting. "I have a prophecy for you."

"Don't you always."

"Shush!" Moonstar flattened her ears, "The bloodied remains of a eft will scorch the fern."

Jittertail just stared at her silently for a moment, Moonstar's expression not changing once.

"...well are you going to tell me what it means, because I sure won't be able to figure it out."

"What do you mean you won't figure it out, you're a medicine cat for star's sake!"

"And when I decided to be a medicine cat, all I intended to do was heal my clanmates. You'd better find someone else to send your nonsense words to, never bring me here again," she stood and walked away, shock on Moonstar's white face. After walking a few fox-lengths Jittertail started to claw at the ground, slowly fading until she woke up with a paw prodding her side.

"Jittertail, please, my mate is kitting!"

Jittertail flipped over, taking a glance at the creamy tabby who stood in front of her.

"Keep your fur on," she rasped, stretching. Rosewind anxiously flicked her tail. Jittertail stood, making her rounds to gather raspberry leaves, parsley and ash seeds. Before she finished Rosewind had run off to comfort her mate.

Jittertail arrived soon after, Swallowtail had his tail wrapped quietly around his kits just outside. Ducking inside the bush, Jittertail pushed the herbs toward Rabbitfleck, Rosewind right behind her.

"How's the pain?" Jittertail asked, Rabbitfleck simply giving her a look of scorn. Jittertail hummed, placing her paw on Rabbitfleck's large belly, ordering her to eat the herbs. "Feel that scrunching pain in your gut?" Jittertail asked, Rabbitfleck nodding, "Everytime you feel one of those you push, as if you were making dirt."

"Gross!" Rabbitfleck exclaimed in anxious, breathless voice.

"Just being honest here."

In what felt like an eon, Rabbitfleck had delivered two, wiggly, disgusting, noisy kittens. She purred with affection, nuzzling her mate. Jittertail pulled a paw away from the younger, a red tabby with hardly noticeable black spots. They seemed healthy, but who knew what would happen to them in the night.

"Oh Rosewind…" Rabbitfleck muttered, curling brown tail around them, "They're beautiful."

"Just like some other molly I know," Rosewind answered, licking her cheek, "what should we name them, my love?"

Rabbitfleck brushed her tail over the elder, a brown tomkit with his sire's striking red tail. "I'd like to name him Hawkkit… the other is yours to name."

"Redkit."

Rabbitfleck snored in laughter, "Alright, Obviousstar," she muttered, leaning down and giving each of her kits one last lick before falling asleep. Jittertail slipped out before the kit's chatterbox of a sire could start.