A/N: I got like…18 reviews after the last chapter…amazingness! Thanks everyone.

Replies to Reviews:

Windflight: Whoop whoop! I know why I didn't do Ivy x Fox in this story. No more said.

Anova00: I hate Ivy x Hawk. No offense. Ivy x Jay I like, though!

Sky of Stars: Thanks! I have some more stuff like that coming up. Haha. Well, the theory that Ivypool don't need no man is about to be proven true when she raises three kits single-pawed. Or, four-pawed, but you get my point.

Ravenwing of ThunderClan: I can only imagine Dovewing. XD

PikaNerd6: Haha, cool. I ship Ivy x Bumble a bit. I'd totally ship Bumble x Blossom if they weren't siblings. I ship Bumble x Seed and Bumble x Cherry, totally. Also Bumble x Lily, a bit…Bumble x Rose and Bumble x Ice are both pretty good too.

Blueskydog: thanks! I appreciate your reviews. :D

Amberstorm233: Ivy x Fox forever! :D

Birdflame: Graystripe's parents were siblings. XD Clan cats don't seem to care about inbreeding.

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Chapter 10

Blossomfall reached for the last piece of prey on the fresh-kill pile when a silver tabby paw flashed out in front of her face.

Millie grabbed the squirrel and stalked off, her silver ringed tail lashing.

"What do you need it for?" a russet-colored tom directed Blossomfall's attention to him.

"Ivypool," Blossomfall meowed, "I told her that I'd bring her prey."

"I'll get some, if you'd like," he meowed.

"No, no, I've got it," Blossomfall denied, "I can hunt."

"No need," Bramblestar padded up, glancing at the two cats before continuing, "Sandstorm and her hunting patrol should be back soon."

"Alright," Blossomfall nodded, "Thanks, Foxleap, for the help."

The reddish-brown tom nodded, then ducked off to the warriors' den, Icecloud following him inside afterwards.

Blossomfall tucked her legs under herself and laid down. She sighed and let her muscles relax. Her eyes were opened to slits, just enough to see what was going on.

She scrambled to her paws once Sandstorm, Berrynose and Brackenfur returned with heaps of prey in their jaws. Blossomfall was quite surprised with their catch, since it was still the beginning of leafbare.

As she looked closer, she saw one big squirrel, three tiny ones, one big mouse, and four tiny ones. The patrol had found one squirrel nest and one mouse nest, therefor getting a large amount of prey.

Blossomfall nodded to Sandstorm and gently took the squirrel from her jaws. The warrior flicked her tail in greeting, then dropped the other three mice.

"Have you fed Ivypool?" she asked.

Blossomfall growled. Sandstorm was talking to her like she would talk to an apprentice, "No, this is for her."

"Good," the pale ginger warrior nodded briskly, and then padded off to the warriors' den to share tongues outside with Dustpelt.

Blossomfall rolled her yellow eyes then padded to the nursery, the furry tail of the squirrel lodged firmly in her mouth.

The silver-and-white queen opened her dark blue eyes just as the tortoiseshell walked into the nursery.

Mousekit let out a squeak, and Featherkit responded with a high-pitched mewl. Fernkit snuggled deeper into Ivypool's side.

Blossomfall smiled and dropped the squirrel beside the queen's nest. She thanked Blossomfall with a flick of her ear and tore into the rodent.

"How are you…holding up?" Blossomfall sat down, curling her white-tipped tail around her dark brown paws.

"I'm fine, I suppose," the she-cat meowed between bites of squirrel, "I had a dream the night he died. I was sitting behind some bushes, and there were some cats gathered around a pool…Firestar was there, also Longtail, Mousefur, Honeyfern and Ferncloud. I saw Mousewhisker enter StarClan. I don't know if the dream was real or fake, but I know he got to StarClan safely."

Blossomfall blinked slowly, her jaw dropping, "I had that dream too. But I was on a tree branch, looking down at everything."

"Why? You weren't that close to Mousewhisker, were you?"

"Um…" Blossomfall thought rapidly. She couldn't let Ivypool know that she had a crush on the silver-and-white tabby's mate, "We became pretty good friends."

"Oh," the she-cat seemed to be satisfied, "I see. I know that you…liked him."

"What? Whoa. No!" Blossomfall panicked, "Want more food?"

"No, I'm fine, and no, I don't care," Ivypool laughed, "He's a very likeable tom. Cherryfall likes him, so does Seedflame, and Lilyheart, and I think that Briarlight has even got a thing for him. I just know that he's a very loyal mate and that he won't choose another she-cat over me."

Blossomfall let out a loud, long, heavy sigh of relief, "That's good. I didn't want to steal him from you…but he's very attractive."

"I know."

"I'll let you sleep," Blossomfall said abruptly, getting to her paws and going to slip out of the den.

"Wait!" Ivypool called, then stopped, and then started again, "I…thanks."

Blossomfall smiled weakly, nodded, and ducked out of the bramble structure.

She had just stepped out of the nursery when a raindrop hit her nose. She looked up as the sky split with thunder and rain started pouring down on the cats.

"Berrynose! Hazeltail!" Bramblestar called out through the storm to the two littermates that had been sharing prey right before the downpour had started, "Add more leaves over the nursery roof. Ivypool's kits could get whitecough or greencough from the cold."

Berrynose and Hazeltail both sprinted over to the nursery and started tearing leaves from the tree beside it, pressing the waxy green shapes into the nursery surface, the leaves being held in place by the brambles.

Blossomfall shrugged, bushed up her fur, and went to work with the concerned aunt and uncle. The tree was basically stripped of its leaves by the time the cats were done.

The tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat padded over to Jayfeather's den and ducked inside.

"Hey, Jayfeather," she meowed, "Can I have something to prevent whitecough?"

"Why?" the grumpy tom meowed from the back of the den, sorting his herbs.

"I, Berrynose and Hazeltail were working on the nursery in the rain."

The grey tabby medicine cat gave Blossomfall some strange herb with little flowers on it. The she-cat licked it up, and took two sprigs to give to the two other cats.

She passed them out then padded to the warriors' den, curling up in her nest, the moisture from her fur flooding out into the green moss.

She closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her, the cold water chilling her to the bone, but her tired body taking no notice.

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