A/N: To Thornflower—Goosekit is Goosefeather, Moonkit is Moonflower, Poppypaw is Poppydawn, Pinepaw is Pinestar, but there is no BP character named Stonetail.
Thanks to everyone for their much appreciated support. You all are helping more than you'd ever believe.
Four moons later, Goosekit woke up to the sound of his own dry coughs tearing through the nursery like great big sobs. He heard Wolfcoat grumble. Lilysong, who had moved in two moons ago with Eagleflight's kits, was more understanding.
"It's okay Goosekit," the heavily pregnant queen said, "let's get you to Fennelfern."
Standing up on wobbly legs, Goosekit leaned against Lilysong, letting the queen lead him towards the entrance to the nursery. Nodding to Starlingfeather and Larksong, who were standing their warrior vigil, to the medicine den, where Goosekit swore he'd already heard coughing.
He was right. When he and Lilysong arrived at the nursery, Goosekit saw three apprentices sprawled across the medicine den floor: Pinepaw, Poppypaw, and Tawnypaw, with a skinny brown she-cat—Fennelfern, standing over them, her blue eyes ringed with tiredness.
"Not Goosekit too," the she-cat said tiredly. I just got Sweetbriar and Mosswillow away, I don't need Wolfcoat, of all cats. She'd just complain."
Lilysong mumbled something about Wolfcoat not caring at all, but all the white queen said was to take care of Goosekit.
"Alrighty then," Fennelfern said, "get in the nest. Go on now, right, perfect. You and the others have just got a little bout of greencough, you'll be fin in a jiffy." That was the last thing Goosekit heard before he was plunged into a hazy sleep.
When Goosekit awoke, he was in a starry forest, the three sick apprentices in front of him. As his eyes focused on Tawnypaw, he gasped. He saw Tawnypaw becoming a warrior—Tawnydots? He saw an older Tawnypaw in the deputy seat, then on a nest, then a pale she-cat grooming the tom's matted fur, then Tawnyspots lowered into the ground by an elderly Stonepaw and Larksong. But a kit had been born, a dark silver tom, with evil eyes, evil eyes.
Then Goosekit looked to Poppypaw. She was a warrior, then she had an apprentice, now the apprentice was grown, watching her have kits as an older Moonkit watched, two kits at her belly. Then one of her kits, blood streaking his pelt, eyes hungry for battle.
With growing terror, Goosekit turned to Pinepaw, then shrieked, as Adderpaw would put it, "like a little she-kit". Goosekit saw Pinepaw scream, splitting down the middle to reveal a massive tabby tom. Goosekit saw him, biting down on a red tailed toms throat, a ShadowClan patrol being led into ThunderClan, a golden tom, dead, a sprawled out tortoiseshell with herbs still in her claws. By now there were just images going by. A mangled leg, bloody brown fur, a bloody queen laid out with rabbits, a broken body…
When Goosekit awoke, he remembered nothing of the day.