Midnightgaze stretched her paws and headed outside. She looked at the sun, melting away all of the snow. Midnightgaze should be happy, but no. She looked at her shocked and grief stricken Clanmates. It had been nearly a quarter moon since the murders of Spottail and Bluestripe. Midnightgaze sighed. That makes it over a quarter moon since Splashheart has been gone. She thought. Midnightgaze then shrugged and went over to the fresh-kill pile. She heard a cat behind her. So she slightly turned her head and saw her apprentice, Quailpaw.

"Hello, Midnightgaze!" the happy apprentice chirped.

"Hi!" Midnightgaze mewed back. After her mentor, Bluestripe was killed. Quailpaw wanted to be a medicine cat apprentice. Midnightgaze was surprised on how quickly Quailpaw learned all the herbs. Midnightgaze knew RockClan would be in good paws now with two medicine cats.

"So what are we going to do today?" Quailpaw asked, eyes gleaming with joy.

Midnightgaze gave a mrrow of laughter. "Uh," Midnightgaze mewed, thinking of something her apprentice can do. "There," Midnightgaze mewed, pointing to the elders den with her tail. "I want you to clean out the elders den," Midnightgaze mewed.

Quailpaw gapped. "B-But that's Dovepaw's job!" she whined.

"Well," Midnightgaze started. "Dovepaw is out training with Fireblaze," Midnightgaze mewed. "He's been doing the elders den all by himself this pass quarter moon," Midnightgaze stated. "I think he would like it if his sister would help him out on it," she mewed.

Quailpaw huffed with annoyance and padded across the camp and into the elders den.

Midnightgaze remember when Crookednose made her clean the elders den. She would always object, but somehow ended up in the elders den. Midnightgaze then purred and went back to eating her thrush she picked out of the fresh-kill pile.

Midnightgaze heard paws-steps behind her. She turned around, and to her surprise, it was Quailpaw. Midnightgaze cocked her head, while licking her lips. "Are you done already?" she asked.

Quailpaw shook her head. "No," she growled. "But the elders wanna see you," she mewed.

Midnightgaze blinked in confusion, but nodded anyway. She was padding to the elders den, until Quailpaw stopped her.

"They're outside of camp," Quailpaw murmured.

Midnightgaze was very confused now. "Why?" she asked.

Quailpaw shrugged. "I don't know," she mewed.

Midnightgaze then walked over to the camp entrance, and slid through the tunnel leading into the forest. Midnightgaze then squeezed herself out of the entrance, and into the wet, soggy, forest. She looked at the elders, their faces filled with shame. Midnightgaze cocked her head. "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" she asked.

The elders shook their heads.

"Then what's wrong?" Midnightgaze asked.

"Do you know a cat named Mistyleaf?" Crookednose asked.

Midnightgaze was shocked. "Y-Yes," she stuttered. "Why do you asked?" she asked.

"Oh great StarClan," Quietstep mewed, her light gray fur bristled. "Mistyleaf is coming back!"

Sharpleap then put his tail over his mate's mouth. "Shh!" he growled.

Midnightgaze's head was whirling. "Mistyleaf is coming back?" Midnightgaze asked. "What do you mean she's coming back?" she asked, slightly growling.

"I guess your mother didn't tell you her story," Crookednose growled.

"What did Mistyleaf do?" Midnightgaze demanded

"She killed an apprentice, Leaftrail's son!" Quietstep blurted out.

"Isn't surprising," Midnightgaze muttered.

"You already know a lot do you?" Crookednose asked. But before Midnightgaze answered, Crookednose said something else. "Sharpleap, take your mate away," he mewed, "I don't want her to blurt out anything else."

Sharpleap nodded and took Quietstep back into camp.

"Good," he mewed. "Now wanna hear about Mistyleaf's story?"

Midnightgaze quickly nodded, whatever information she can get of Mistyleaf, she'll take.

"Now it all started when I was an apprentice…"

xX Flashback Xx, Crookedpaw's P.O.V.

"Ugh, Snowfeather!" a brown tabby tom exclaimed. "My jaw is killing me!" Crookedpaw growled. "I liked my old name better!" he growled. "Berrypaw was soooooo much cooler than Crookedpaw!" he whined.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have been playing around by the owl tree!" Snowfeather hissed.

"I wasn't playing, I was hunting for herbs," Crookedpaw corrected him. "You're the one who sent me in the first place!"

"You know there are no herbs by the owl tree!" Snowfeather growled. "Now c'mon!" the white tom exclaimed, with herbs in his mouth. "Hollyberry is having her kits!"

Crookedpaw gave a hiss of annoyance. "Fine," he muttered.

Snowfeather just nodded and padded over to the queens den. Everyone in the Clan seemed to be gathering over to Hollyberry. No wonder. Crookedpaw thought. He looked at his Clanmates. Every single one of them looked thin and tired. New kits in the Clan would be a lot of help. Even if Hollyberry has only one kit, it could still change RockClan. There was a yowl in camp.

Snowfeather's ears perked up when he heard Hollyberry's pitiful cry. "Come, Crookedpaw," Snowfeather mewed, beckoning his apprentice to go in the queens den.

Crookedpaw forgot this was his first time doing this. He swallowed and went into the queens den. He saw Hollyberry having contractions in the far corner of the queens den. Another nursery queen, named Quietstep, was giving Hollyberry some wet moss to suck on.

"Just keep breathing," Quietstep softly mewed to Hollyberry, stroking her belly with her tail.

"Crookedpaw," Snowfeather mewed, "Get me that stick over there," he mewed.

Crookedpaw cocked his head. "Why?" he asked.

Hollyberry then wailed, sending birds from the trees, and into the sky.

Snowfeather looked sternly at his apprentice. "Just get it!" he hissed.

Crookedpaw dipped his head, and picked up the stick. "Here," he muttered to his mentor.

Snowfeather then gave his apprentice a sharp look, and then gave Hollyberry the stick.

"Bite the stick," Snowfeather ordered. "It'll help push out the kits."

Hollyberry gave Snowfeather a confused look, but nodded anyway. She bit the stick.

"Now push," Snowfeather ordered once more.

Hollyberry nodded, and pushed with all her might.

Crookedpaw saw her black-and-red pelt shaking. He also heard her stick crack.

Hollyberry yowled, while a black-and-white kit, with a blue stripe running down its back, slid onto a leaf Crookedpaw put under her.

The kit yelled.

"Quick Crookedpaw," Snowfeather urged, "lick the kit's fur the wrong direction. It'll warm the kit up."

Crookedpaw did so, and licked the kit.

The kit squealed.

Crookedpaw sighed with relief. "It's a she-kit."

Hollyberry smiled, and then went into another pain cycle. Another kit slid onto the leaf. It was black, with huge orange spots on its tail. Making it look like leaves.

Crookedpaw licked its fur and again sighed with relief when he saw the kit breathing. "It's a tom."

"Th-They're beautiful," Hollyberry exclaimed, still weak in her mew.

"What are you going to name them?" Quietstep asked.

Hollyberry pointed her tail over to the black-and-white she-kit. "Her name will be Rockkit," Hollyberry murmured. "After my mate, Rockpelt," she mewed.

Crookedpaw remembered Rockpelt. He was one of the most respected cats in the Clan. Then one day, an ambush from DarkClan, attacked the camp. Rockpelt was killed in the attack.

"Beautiful name," Quietstep murmured. "What about this one?" she mewed, pointing her tail over to the black tom.

"Leafkit," Hollyberry mewed. "Because his tail looks like there are leaves on it," she mewed, slightly giggling.

Snowfeather gave her a nod.

"Thanks Snowfeather," Hollyberry mewed, giving the tom a nod. "Thank you too, Crookedpaw," she mewed.

Crookedpaw nodded, bursting with pride.

Snowfeather dipped his head. "You are very welcome, Hollyberry."

Hollyberry just smiled, and went to sleep, with kits suckling at her belly.

Snowfeather padded away to the medicine cat den.

But Crookedpaw stayed for a moment longer, and looked at the kits. They looked beautiful. Crookedpaw was happy his first kit delivery was a success!

"Wow, you did a great job, Crookedpaw," a brown-red tom mewed.

Crookedpaw turned his head and saw his brother, Sharpleap, walking into the queens den. Crookedpaw grew hot with embarrassment. "It was nothing," he murmured.

"You did great!" Sharpleap mewed.

"Thanks," Crookedpaw mewed.

Just then, Hollyberry gave out a painful yowl.

Crookedpaw rushed to her aid, along with Sharpleap and Quietstep. "What's wrong?" he asked, worried.

"I-I," Hollyberry was cut off by moan.

Quietstep looked at Hollyberry's belly and gasped. "She's having another KIT!" she exclaimed.

"WHAT?" Crookedpaw and Sharpleap said at the same time.

Quietstep nodded.

Crookedpaw then jumped into action. "Sharpleap," he mewed, "go get Snowfeather," he mewed.

Sharpleap quickly nodded and went to go get Snowfeather.

Snowfeather should of came here when he heard Hollyberry's cry…maybe he's getting some more herbs out of the medicine cat den now, for Hollyberry. Crookedpaw thought. He then gave Hollyberry the same stick she used earlier and she bit it.

Hollyberry screeched, trying to push the kit out.

Sharpleap then returned, but Snowfeather wasn't with him. "He's not in camp, Crookedpaw!" he yelled, over Hollyberry's yowling.

"What?" Crookedpaw growled.

Hollyberry yowled again, breaking Crookedpaw's ears. "Go look out of camp! He must have gone to gather herbs," Crookedpaw mewed.

Sharpleap quickly nodded, and went out of the queens den.

"Push Hollyberry, push," Quietstep mewed.

Hollyberry gave out one final yowl, and a gray kit, with darker gray paws, slid onto the leaf.

Crookedpaw closed his eyes, and quickly licked the kit, but something felt weird. He opened his eyes, and saw that he was in the middle of camp. How in the name of StarClan did I get here? He wondered. Then he tried to walk back to the queens den, but something was holding him back. He turned his head around, and didn't see anything. He got scared. Then he heard cats cheering in front of him. He looked in front of him, and saw three cats in the middle was the clearing. All of them looked like Hollyberry's kits except, bigger.

"Rockheart, Leaftrail, and Mistyleaf!" the Clan cheered, but a huge white tom, with red paws, and a red muzzle was cheering the loudest.

Crookedpaw was a little confused to what was happening, so he tapped a cat named, Ivyleaf, a tortoiseshell she-cat, on the shoulder. But she didn't respond to him. Maybe StarClan has sent me to the future, and the cats don't even know I'm here. He wondered. Crookedpaw was then zapped into the future a little more, except this time, it was night and he was in the forest. He saw two cats running on a pathway that he and his mentor use for collecting herbs. He saw that it was Mistyleaf and that same huge white tom from earlier. The two then stopped, and panted for a moment.

"I love you, Redheart," Mistyleaf mewed.

"I-I love you too, Mistyleaf," Redheart mewed back.

Crookedpaw then stuck his tongue out. "Yuck!" he muttered. Then he was zapped again into the future. He was back in camp, but now all his Clanmates had shock faces, and were staring at Mistyleaf. She had blood on her claws, and a small red tom, which looked like an apprentice, was lying on the ground dead.

"Why did you kill my kit Mistyleaf?" Leaftrail growled, with a brown tabby she-cat, sobbing on his shoulder.

"I-I didn't kill Scarletpaw!" Mistyleaf mewed. "It was a setup! I wouldn't lay a claw on my apprentice!" she yelled.

"I can't believe you, Mistyleaf," Rockheart growled, walking from the pack of cats.

"But…but ROCKSTAR!" Mistyleaf yelled. "I didn't kill Scarletpaw! I'm not the killing type!" she mewed.

"She's right!" Redheart growled, walking from the cats "Mistyleaf wouldn't do such a thing!"

"Redheart," Rockstar growled, "do you want to be exiled with your mate too?" she asked.

"Exiled?" Mistyleaf echoed.

"Rockstar," Redheart growled. "What in the name of StarClan are you doing?" he asked.

"My duty!" she snapped at him.

"Do you have any proof that she killed him?" he challenged Rockstar.

Rockstar nodded. Then she went over to the apprentice, gently taking some gray fur from the apprentice. "See?" she growled.

Redheart gapped then looked at his mate. "Did…did you kill him Mistyleaf?" he asked.

"No no no no no no NO!" she yelled.

Rockstar then stood straight up and looked at her sister with a mean look. "I, Rockstar of RockClan, exiled this warrior for killing this innocent apprentice!" she yelled.

Mistyleaf stared at her for a moment, and then stared at the rest of the Clan.

Redheart had sadness in his eyes, while Leaftrail had an expression that Crookedpaw couldn't quite understand. Rockstar still had a hateful look at her sister.

Mistyleaf then swallowed and slowly walked away from the clearing and to the entrance of the Clan. She gave one last look at her Clanmates, which were either still shocked or hissing at her. She then slid through the camp entrance, never to be seen again.

Crookedpaw felt a surge of sympathy flow through him for this warrior. Why would StarClan do such a thing to a warrior? Crookedpaw thought, he also knew that Mistyleaf wouldn't kill an apprentice. She wouldn't do such a thing…right? He thought once more. Then Crookedpaw was zapped into the future, yet again. He was now at Moonpool, and Mistyleaf was at the entrance. She padded over to the sparkling water.

"Oh StarClan," she murmured, head hung low. "I know that you know, I didn't kill Scarletpaw," she mewed. "Why would my sister think that?" she asked. "I know it was a setup, some other cat killed him…but whom?" she asked.

"Me," a cat mewed, its voice sounded strangely familiar, but Crookedpaw didn't know who.

"What?" Mistyleaf hissed, thrusting her head around. "Where are you?" she growled.

"I'm not going to reveal myself…yet!" the cat smirked, Crookedpaw could tell now it was a she-cat.

"Why would you do this to me?" Mistyleaf pleaded. "I'm the nicest cat in my Clan!" she yelled. "Why would any cat hate me?" she asked.

"No one dear," the cat growled. "But when a certain cat has a problem with herself…well," she mewed, "let's just say she wants to get rid of it!" the cat smirked.

Mistyleaf's face twisted up into confusion. "What are you talking about?" The she-cat then slashed Mistyleaf's side, making her fall over. Mistyleaf gave out a yowl of pain.

"I'm getting ready to kill you now, you dumb, weak, worthless cat," the cat growled.

Mistyleaf gasped. "I know who you are now!" she growled, "You're…"

"Crookedpaw…you ok?"

Crookedpaw was snapped back into realty, hissing with annoyance. He was getting ready to see who Mistyleaf's murderer was going to be. But no, stupid Quietstep ruined the moment! He thought.

"Crookedpaw," she mewed again.

"Yes, I'm FINE!" he snapped at her.

"Well, ok then," Quietstep muttered.

"How's my kit?" Hollyberry asked.

Crookedpaw stared at the kit, and saw that she was breathing. "It's another she-kit," he muttered, trying not to show his sadness. Why StarClan? He thought. Why are you going to do these dreadful things to this kit? He wondered.

Hollyberry smiled. "Her name is going to be Mistykit," she murmured.

"I'm here Crookedpaw!" Snowfeather mewed, running into the queens den. "Now first I want you to…" he stopped his sentence and looked at Mistykit.

"Where were you?" Crookedpaw asked.

"I was collecting herbs," he mewed. Snowfeather dipped his head. "I'm sorry I wasn't here," he apologized. "I didn't know Hollyberry wasn't done kitting."

"Sorry," Hollyberry murmured. "I didn't know Mistykit was still in my belly."

Snowfeather smiled. "It's fine Hollyberry," he mewed. "It was foolish of me to leave the camp so soon after your kitting in the first place."

Hollyberry then smiled, and dipped her head to the medicine cats once more. Then she wrapped her tail over her kits and went to sleep.

"C'mon Crookedpaw," Snowfeather mewed to his apprentice, "let's go sort out herbs."

Crookedpaw nodded and walked out of the queens den. Then he thought to himself. Maybe I should tell a cat about this. But then, Crookedpaw heard a voice in his head.

"No," the voice said.

"But why can't I?" Crookedpaw whispered.

"Because no cat needs to know, it's Mistyleaf's destiny," the voice said again.

"But why did you show me it?" Crookedpaw asked.

But there was no reply. Crookedpaw sighed, and then walked to over to the medicine cat den, and sorted out herbs…

xX Present day Xx Midnightgaze's P.O.V.

Midnightgaze stood there shocked. "Wow," she mewed.

Crookednose nodded. "I know."

"That's a lot of information, thanks," Midnightgaze mewed.

"You're welcome," he mewed.

"But, why is she in the Dark Forest when she didn't do anything?" Midnightgaze asked.

Crookednose shrugged. "I was hoping you would know," he murmured.

"Did all of these things happened to her in the future?" Midnightgaze asked.

Crookednose nodded. "Yes," he started, "but I wasn't really there when she got killed," he mewed. "Rockstar told us she was killed by a rouge, but judging on how the cat knew her, I doubt it.

"But Mistyleaf was right," Midnightgaze mewed. "She seemed to be a very nice cat, who would kill her?" Midnightgaze asked.

Crookednose shrugged. "That secret might be kept forever," he mewed.

Midnightgaze opened her mouth again to say something, until Leaftrail and Shimmerfoot slid through the entrance, panting.

"What's wrong?" Crookednose demanded.

"Foxes," Shimmerfoot panted.

"They're in camp!" Leaftrail yelled.

Both Midnightgaze and Crookednose jumped up.

"Many cats are wounded already," Shimmerfoot went on.

"We need you Midnightgaze!" Leaftrail pleaded.

Midnightgaze nodded and slid through the entrance, and into camp. Three large foxes were destroying everything. Midnightgaze gapped, and then ran into her den, with Crookednose and Leaftrail behind her. "Are any cats dead?" she asked.

Leaftrail nodded. "Snowpelt and…you won't like this one," he murmured.

"And?" the light brown-and-black medicine cat asked.

"Splashkit," Leaftrail mewed.

Midnightgaze froze. "My kit?..."