Hey again everyone!

Just a filler chapter here. Thanks for all your reviews! All of them that I've read have voted for Featherheart to stay a rogue, and many say Frostshine should go with her. Also, about the kits. I've decided on names and descriptions for the future, mostly based on what you guys want! I hope you'll like them when they come!

Also, I'd like to thank all the people who have favourited and/or followed me or this story! It really means a lot to me. It motivates me. And waking up in the morning to emails saying 'New Review' is a really nice waking :)

Still accepting suggestions, everyone! I want to hear them ALL! Am I going in the wrong direction for this story? A lot of things have changed from my original plan to match what you want to happen. Frostshine was going to be grumpy, Dawnsky wasn't going to be this evil, and Featherheart was never originally going to even have her power, or get exiled. Wow...

Still, hope you enjoy! :D

Featherheart awoke the next morning not by Frostshine prodding her belly as usual, but by the scent of freshly killed vole. Eyes bleary, she got up to stretch. For a moment, she forgot where she was, then remembered her exile with a pang. Frostshine was sitting in front of her, pushing the vole she smelt toward her. Featherheart blinked in affection and appreciation.

Frostshine purred. "I hunted for you, Featherheart. I didn't think you'd be too welcome on ThunderClan territory after... you know... your exile." He meowed, his last few words awkwardly. Featherheart started to purr now. "Thanks, Frostshine. Have you eaten yet? I can't eat this if you haven't had your fill." She asked. Her mate nodded. "Don't worry, I had a fat mouse while I was hunting."

Featherheart blinked in surprise. "But... Isn't it part of the warrior code that you have to feed your clan first?" She meowed. Frostshine curled his tail in amusement. "Did you really expect me to go back to ThunderClan after your exile? I couldn't bear to leave you, Featherheart. I really couldn't." The silver tom meowed, affection glowing in his eyes.

Suddenly, Featherheart felt a sharp pain in her belly. It felt as though some cat were kicking her, but from the inside. She winced. Frostshine looked at her in alarm. "Featherheart! Are you alright?" He meowed. His mate nodded. The pain had gone away now.

Frostshine sniffed at her belly. His eyes widened as his nose detected a lump that appeared and disappeared rapidly. "Featherheart... Has it been hard to run lately? I think I know what's going on."

The red she-cat tilted her head in confusion. "Actually, now that I think about it, it has been hard. Why do you ask?" Featherheart mewed. Frostshine's eyes shone. "Featherheart... you're expecting my kits."

Featherheart blinked and looked at her belly. Now that it was pointed out, it was the most obvious thing ever. She noticed how much more plump she was than when she was an apprentice, and she knew it wasn't because of the amount of fresh-kill she'd been eating. Yes, she was indeed pregnant with her mate's kits. Her eyes glowed.

Frostshine padded toward the entrance of the cave. "Well, if this place is going to be our kits' home, we'll need more, bigger nests. I'm going to go make some." He mewed. Featherheart immediately got up. "I'll help." She meowed. Frostshine shook his head fiercely. "No! You have kits in your belly. Stay here. I don't want you getting hurt."

Featherheart rolled her blue eyes. "The kits will be fine as long as we guard them. No cat would dare attack a pregnant she-cat." She meowed, and her mate finally gave in. "Fine," He replied, "But be careful!"

So the two mates padded out of the tunnel, occasionally stopping for Featherheart when her belly hurt. They made it out into the fresh daylight.

"Alright, I'll go look near the shore of the lake. You go look closer to camp." Featherheart meowed to Frostshine, who nodded. He nudged her. "Just be careful, Featherheart." He whispered before dashing away to look for nest materials.

Featherheart padded toward the lake. She found dry reeds near the edge of the lake. which she picked up in her mouth to take back to the cave. She noticed the waterline had receded at least a tail-length since leaf-green. "Looks like a drought coming up," She murmured to herself through the reeds.

"Yes, I think so, Featherheart." A familiar voice meowed from the other side of the ShadowClan border. She looked up in alarm. Out of the bushes stepped a tortoiseshell she-cat, a very small one at that. "Hazelpaw!"

Hazelpaw nodded. "Yes, that's me. In case you're wondering, I left ShadowClan. It's alright for me to step over the border." She meowed. Featherheart was astonished. "I was exiled from ThunderClan. I... I'll explain later." She replied, "Why did you leave ShadowClan?"

The tortoiseshell she-cat's eyes filled with hurt. "Bumblefur, who's actually a lot younger than me, was just made a warrior... before me." Hazelpaw choked on her words. She seemed close to crying. Featherheart nudged her friend comfortingly, but Hazelpaw shook her off. "Well, why's a pregnant cat like you out here?"

Featherheart blinked in surprise. Is it really that obvious that I'm expecting kits? She wondered. "I'm collecting bedding for my kits when they come." She meowed. Hazelpaw nodded. "Alright. Would you like some help?" She offered, and Featherheart nodded gratefully.

Soon it was sunhigh, and the time came for Hazelpaw and Featherheart to go back to the tunnels. "I've never heard of these tunnels before... I can't wait to see them!" Hazelpaw meowed.

"Well, it's not long now." Featherheart replied. There was an awkward silence between the two she-cats for a few heartbeats.

"Um, Featherheart..." Hazelpaw mewed, "I hope you don't mind me asking, but why were you exiled from ThunderClan?" She seemed concerned, even a little bit afraid.

"Can you keep a secret?" Featherheart asked Hazelpaw, who nodded. Featherheart took a deep breath. "Well, I... I have a sort of power. I can control fire."

Hazelpaw looked astonished, but nodded for Featherheart to go on.

"Well, this fire of mine... It killed Petalpaw, the medicine cat apprentice. On accident of course," Featherheart added, seeing Hazelpaw's nervous glance. "And Ravenpelt, our medicine cat, told Skystar exiled me, then... Well, my fire took control of my body and killed him. I could have gone back then, but I was too guilty at the moment. I still am now."

Hazelpaw gulped. "It.. it's all true?" She mewed. Featherheart nodded gravely.

As the two cats looked around, they found themselves at the entrance to the caves. Frostshine was waiting for them. "Featherheart? Who's this?" He meowed, fur standing on end. Hazelpaw blushed under her fur.

"This is my friend from ShadowClan, Hazelpaw. She left her clan though, like us. She helped me collect bedding." Featherheart explained to her mate. Frostshine nodded, his fur starting to flatten but his eyes till narrowed.

Hazelpaw dropped the bedding in her jaws. "Well, I suppose I'd better go find a den and a nest for myself. Pleasure talking to you, Featherheart." She meowed. Featherheart leapt in front of her. "Hey, it's alright! You can stay with us." She meowed, with a glance at her mate. He nodded, eyes still narrowed a bit. Hazelpaw purred. "I'd love to. It just seemed rude to assume you'd let me stay."

Frostshine stepped forward now. "Just stay away from Featherheart." He growled. "If you so much as touch her, you'll have me to answer to. She's expecting kits, you know." Featherheart detected a glint of pride in his eyes. "There's no need to be so protective, Frostshine. Hazelpaw won't hurt me or the kits, don't you worry." She meowed, nudging her mate with her muzzle. Frostshine relaxed a little and beckoned for the she-cats to follow him though the tunnels. The cats picked up their bedding and went.

"Whoa!" Hazelpaw exclaimed as she stepped inside the cave, the stars glimmering through the hole in the roof.

"Come on, let's make some nests." Frostshine mewed, and started to gather up materials and craft them into a nest. Featherheart and Hazelpaw did the same.

After many, many heartbeats, there were three cozy nests, a small one for Hazelpaw's small body, a larger one for Frostshine's muscly body, and a nice big one for Featherheart and her coming kits. The three cats then curled up in their nests and drifted into sleep.

Featherheart opened her eyes and found herself in a lush forest, the same one that she used to visit for the Living StarClan. A starry, almost transparent tom appeared in front of her. He was the ugliest cat Featherheart had ever seen. Perhaps long, long ago, he had been average, but this silver tabby tom showed no signs of beauty now. Huge clumps of fur were falling out, showing large pink battle-scars. He only had one eye, and both ears were torn to shreds. And to top it all off, his right forepaw was so twisted that one could doubt it even WAS a paw.

"Greetings, Featherheart. My name is Scarface. You have a great destiny." The old tom rasped in a voice that was almost as ugly as the tom himself.

Featherheart rolled her eyes. "So you say. But a lot of cats say that, and so far I don't think it is true." She meowed scornfully. Scarface glared at her. "Do not interrupt, kit!" Featherheart flattened her ears. She hated being called kit.

Scarface continued. "You must build up a clan, one strong enough to survive in the harshest leaf-bare and through the toughest battle, but whose cats are kind, good and humble as the smallest kit. Only they, lead by you, can defeat the darkness that will consume the forest."

Featherheart stared at the ugly tom. Surely she couldn't lead a clan?

The ugly tom's one good eye clouded over. "Only the raging fire can light up the darkness that will cloak the whole forest." Scarface rasped again, before disappearing.

Featherheart was left alone to ponder on Scarface's words. "Not another prophecy!" She groaned to herself. She couldn't build a clan. She just couldn't.

So... what happens now? I kinda have a rough idea, but any side-plots you can suggest would be great!

Yeah... I don't have much more to say. So, until next chapter, see ya!

-Breezefeather