Did you like Chapter one? First, I gotta clear something up. It is in fact Lionblaze, I just forgot when I entered some extra stuff, my apologies! Lionblaze plushies for everyone who read it! But an extra Crowfeather to those who reviewed….=) I hope my little flashback about Crowfeather made you at least tear up; that was the goal! It was sad to let go of him…:'( Well, here's chapter two! Please review! If you don't, I'll be really slow with these chapters. Oh yeah, and, if you review (which you SHOULD, tell me which cat you think is going to be the one who ends up being disloyal! I'll see if you're right-and you get an extra plushie if you include what you think their going to do!
The next night:
Jayfeather felt the sunlight dancing on his pelt. He blinked his eyes open, only to see a gorgeous meadow. Wait, see. He could see. StarClan must want him for something.
The meadow was ful of grass and flowers, surrounded by high sheer cliff faces. There was a waterfall trickling into the meadow, creating a pool at the bottom, on the side opposite Jayfeather.
He stepped forward, looking around. "Hello?" He called. His voice echoed off the cliffs that locked him in here. It was strange; Jayfeather had never seen this place in StarClan before.
Before he could call out again, a flash of fur at the top of the cliffs caught his attention. It was scraggly and gray-Yellowfang. The she-cat bounded out of the ferns that concealed, and stood precariously on the edge of the rock. Suddenly, she started bounding down the cliff, neatly landing her paws on outcrops of it. Gently, she planted her paws on firm ground, and stood in front of Jayfeather.
"Jayfeather." She dipped her head.
The current medicine cat just stood there for a moment, then dipped his head in return. "What is it, Yellowfang?" He asked, slightly troubled to see a medicine cat here.
The ragged gray medicine cat seemed very troubled. Her head was bowed until now, and she raised it, only to look at Jayfeather with very sad eyes. "Jayfeather." She croaked, her voice hoarse. "There is more." Her voice was ominous.
Jayfeather was confused. "What do you mean, 'there is more'?" Fear flashed across his pelt. Yellowfang seemed very nervous-Jayfeather could detect her fear.
She sighed, the spoke. "There is no prophecy, but the stars speak of the kits futures. It's not good. At all." She sighed, trying to contain her fear.
Jayfeather was still confused. He tilted his head to the side, and questioned her once again. "What do you mean, what's foretold for them? Tell me, Yellowfang!" His voice snapped at the last sentence, his patience at the last of it's rope.
She closed her eyes, and spoke. Her voice ominous. "The stars have foretold these cats fates, but it very blurry. All we see is disloyalty, and a new kind. It must be stopped, for it will bring the destruction of the clans. We don't know which kit it is that commit's the act, nor do we know what the act is. But it will bring the downfall of the clans. The cat must be stopped." She sounded genuinely scared; Jayfeather had only seen this before a couple times.
He tried to speak to her, but she was fading. "No! Wait!" He yowled, and flung himself at Yellowfang. But she was gone. And Jayfeather was sent spiraling down into darkness once more.
When he woke up, everything was black and dark. As usual. Jayfeather told himself bitterly. He was blind again; but knew more than the last time he was. That his niece and nephews, kits of Cinderheart and Lionblaze, would be disloyal to the code, and to their clans, and cause the downfall of the clans.
He felt sunlight once again, like in his dream, but this was reality. He sniffed the air, learning that it was morning. It had rained during the night. Jayfeather stood up from his herb-smelling nest, and knew where he was going.
It was mid-morning, so pretty much every cat should be up. He wouldn't be disturbing any snoozing cat. Carefully he exited his den, answered the mews that greeted them with distant 'hi's', and found his way into the nursery. He had to check on the kits.
When he entered the nursery, he smelled milk on Cinderheart's scent. She was feeding the kits. He backed up and out of the nursery, feeling he was intruding. "Come in, Jayfeather. It's alright." mewed Cinderheart, assuring him.
Quietly, he came back in. "I-I just came in to check on the kits, but if you want, I can come back later." He stuttered, embarrassed that he walked in on them feeding.
But Cinderheart sounded fine. "Oh no, oh it's fine. I was just about to send them back to sleep, but, if you need to check on them..?" She trailed off questioningly, unsure.
He nodded, glad she thought he was just checking on them.
The kits were fine. There was nothing to suspect-just normal, two day-old kits. S Jayfeather exited the nursery, he thought about his dream.
I won't tell anyone. He told himself firmly. I can't tell Lionblaze; he would freak out. Hollyleaf would too; and Dovewing isn't even here. There's no one else to share this with; not even my leader, although I should. Brambleclaw's to busy t repair the damage from the Great Battle still, Fireheart's too old to care.
Then Jayfeather remembered Dovewing. She, unlike her sister, hadn't made it through the whole battle. Jayfeather had never been particularly fond of her, but she was the last one of the prophecy, after all. She had been personally killed by Tigerstar himself, warriors creating a circle around the two that stopped any cat from stopping it. She had done her part of the prophecy; but, like Hollyleaf, only had a paw in it. It was only Jayfeather and Lionblaze that were fully involved. But, Dovewing would be missed. She truly had a good heart, wanted change for the better, like them. But, she didn't understand boundaries, and for that, she had been caught sneaking into WindClan as an apprentice, and even fell in love with Tigerheart. It was her downfall. She had a lot of strengths, alright, but a lot of weaknesses too.
I won't let such a drastic ending happen to this generation, I promise. Unless it be evil, I'll do my best not to lose a cat, like all those cats who died. He vowed.
Two and a half moons later:
Howlkit woke to the bright sun slicing through the bramble screen in the nursery. She had been the first to open her eyes, and told her brothers all about the outside world beyond the darkness of closing their eyes. So many colors, so many scents, so many sounds. Everything had a different texture; she loved to poke at some random thing.
Next to her, her brother Wolfkit stirred. He was broad and big, even for a kit who was almost three moons old. His dark brown pelt was sleek, like always, his big amber eyes seeming to glow. Wolfkit had opened his eyes right after her; they always had done everything together. Streakkit was next, and then Lightkit, who was always slow.
Howlkit pawed at her brother, telling him she was there. He slowly opened his eyes, and smiled when he saw his sister. She batted at him, and he struggled to his feet. Waggling his bottom, he pounced on his sister, and together they flew into a tussle of fur into the nursery.
That woke up the other cats though. Immediately Cinderheart was towering over them, fuming. "What are you two doing?" She was seething with anger.
Howlkit looked up innocently and squeaked, "wrestling, Momma!" Her voice could've melted a heart.
Cinderheart let them go since it was later in the morning, and the other kits woke too, ready to play. They did this for hours on end, but one thing Howlkit saw always kept her on end.
Every hour or so, she would see a gray tabby tom outside the nursery. His blind blue eyes watching them, even though he couldn't see. Howlkit didn't know what to think of it. Jayfeather had begun to scare her.
Sorry this took me so long! I like to party ;)! Anyways, don't forget to REVIEW! Or else Dovewing and everyone who died- they're ghost will haunt you! O.O. REVIEW!