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Chapter 6
"Sandstorm!" A familiar voice called from just outside the nursery. Sandstorm instantly recognized it to be Firestars.
"Firestar?" She croaked. A ginger cat burst in the nursery.
"Sandstorm! How's the birth going, Cinderpelt?" He asked the medicine cat.
"Err. . . Follow me. . . " She replied, stepping out of the nursery. Sandstorm listened to the conversation.
"It's going wrong! I can't seem to do anything about it! It's just like with Silverstream!"
"What? Are you telling me I'm going to lose Sandstorm?"
"I'm sorry Firestar. The only thing that we can do now is try and keep her awake. If she stays awake, she'll live."
"Ok." Firestar finally mewed, with a tinge of hopefulness in his voice.
Great, she thought, so now I'm gonna die?
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Firestar walked back into the nursery. He padded over to Sandstorm and they rubbed muzzles. The Sandstorm glanced at his leg. It was bleeding again.
"What happened?" She questioned worriedly.
"It got hit on the Thunderpath, but you don't need to worry about it." He answered irritably. When Sandstorm flinched, he added apoligetically, "Sorry, I've told the story before."
They lay together in silence, apart from Sandstorm ocassionally yowling in pain and Cinderpelt running over and calming her down. Then Cinderpelt whispered so only Firestar could hear: "It seems to be ok now. You've calmed her."
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Bluestar stood with Whitestorm, both looking into a pool.
"So Sandstorm will live." Bluestar's purr broke the silence that had gone on ever since they had seen Firestar leave the camp.
"It looks that way, but one can never be sure. She grows weaker every minute." Whistestrom replied.
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Sandstorm lay in the nursery, waiting for her kits to be born. It was warm and she felt so tired. She knew she couldn't fall asleep, but would it really hurt to just close her eyes? But when she closed her eyes, however much she protested, she fell asleep. She was in Fourtrees. A beautiful tortoiseshell padded up to her.
"Spottedleaf?" She mewed sleepily.
"Wake up Sandstorm. Your kits need to live. They play a big part in the future of the clans. So please, wake up. . . "
Sandstorm lifted her head. Firestar was staring at her worriedly. Cinderpelt was doing the same.
"You're awake!" Firestar purred, cheering up.
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"You're awake!" Firestar purred.
Suddenly Sandstorm let out a low wailing sound.
"Calm down Sandstorm. Just push. . . Firestar step outside."
"Ok. . . " He padded out the nursery and waited. His search patrols were all back and the camp was full of many cats sharing tongues. It's sunhigh already? He thought to himself.
Suddenly Cinderpelt rushed out, holding a small brown and white tabby she-kit.
"Here." She meowed. "Lick it and get the blood flowing. " And with that she rushed back into the nursery.
Firestar did as he was told and licked the kit carefully. It started to squirm and then opened it's mouth and mewled loudly. Cinderpelt padded out with another kit. This time it was ginger with one white paw.
"It's a she-cat." Cinderpelt confirmed after handing him it and telling him to lick it. "Two healthy she-kits."
She helped to lick the brown one and then carried it back into the nursery. Firestar followed with the ginger one. Sandstorm looked up at him. He set the kit down beside her. So did Cinderpelt. Then they lay down together and started grooming the kits. Life was perfect. But the prochecy was still in Firestar's mind. He had not got to talk to Starclan yet, and tonight might have been his last chance. I'll go tomorrow. He decided.
Don't worry, I haven't forgot about the prochecy! Please keep reading! Review if you like, even just to say hello and let me know you're reading!