The three cats padded as quickly as possible – they couldn't waste any time now, because the clan would be very worried for them. They finally reached Mothermouth, and Princess stared into the pitch-black cave with wide eyes.
"This is it!" Nightcloud mewed excitedly, her paws tingling with anxiety to go in.
"I think we have to wait a few minutes, because it isn't the time when the medicine cats would go in yet." Smokewisp said, his eyes narrowed in thought, trying to remember.
"Let's go in early anyway! It won't make a difference, will it?" Princess urged him.
"I supposed it wouldn't hurt us…" Smokewisp murmured.
Then he figured that they should just go in, and maybe they wouldn't spend as much time in it as they would have if they went in at the exact time. So, he concluded with going in, because he was so worried about Nightcloud.
He didn't want anything bad to happen to her and her kits, he had heard tales about things like that. For example, Graystripe had fallen in love with a beautiful silver tabby, named Silverstream, and she died while kitting because something went wrong. The kits survived, and one of them, Feathertail, died on an important mission with a cat or two from each other clan to fulfill a prophecy. He remembered the other cats the had gone on thee mission too…from Thunderclan was Brambleclaw (now Bramblestar) and Squirrelpaw (now Squirrelflight), from Windclan was Crowpaw (now Crowfeather), from Riverclan was Feathertail and Stormfur (Stormfur was Feathertail's brother, and the only thing for Graystripe to cling to when Feathertail died), and from Shadowclan was Tawnypelt, Bramblestar's sister, who had switched clan's because her heart lay in Shadowclan, not Thunderclan.
"Well, are we going in or not?" Nighcloud prodded him impatiently.
"Yes, let's go in right now." Smokewisp decided and bounded into the dark depths of the cave, with Nightcloud and Princess at his heels.