Chapter 12
The StormClan camp glittered under the stars as the moon shone high. The camp was all asleep, no cat was awake. Up in the Circle Quad, up in the sky, cats were not sleeping.
Suddenly, the stars began to move. Cats leapt out of their places, and stood silent on the ground, making a clear path to the nursery. One large star in particular leapt down. She was rather large, with the sweet scent of WaterClan having once clung to her fur. She had icy blue eyes, and dark blue fur, fur the color of tag leaves. Her blue eyes glowed and she walked at a slow pace to the nursery. Cats surrounded her and swelled around her, all wanting to see the cat inside. A large white cat stepped forward protectively, though her huge white pelt, icy eyes, and long claws were no match for this cat.
"Frostheart," she questioned. "I ask once more, are you sure that you want to do this?"
"As sure as the sun shines, Whitestar," answered Frostheart. "My kit belongs to earth, to the warriors; My kit deserves a life, Whitestar."
Whitestar dipped her head. "I know, so does mine, but I'm not giving Mintkit away."
"I'm not asking you to," answered the dark blue warrior curtly. She side-stepped the onetime great leader and walked into the nursery. There lay a gentile queen, her amber eyes closed as she slept. Her rainy fur was washed, and the scent of herb emanated from her. The warriors around the nursery were all looking in to get a look at her.
"Rainpelt," whispered Frostheart, stepping closely and lying next to her. "Rainpelt, you are asleep, you are subconsciously listening to me in your sleep." The she-cat twitched, but didn't respond in any other way.
"Rainpelt," continued the blue warrior gently. "You have been blessed with two healthy kits soon to be born." She prodded to growing belly softly, as to indicate it without disturbing neither kits nor mother who slept beside her. "But I died carrying a kit, a kit that was never born, Rainpelt. It is your punishment, your destiny to have this kit as well." The she-cat stood and nosed Rainpelt's nose. A shock wave ran through the queen and she lay so still, you wouldn't believe she was sleeping.
"Rainpelt," whispered Frostheart, leaning closely to her belly and pressing her nose into it. A flash flew from her nose and coursed through the she-cat. Rainpelt spasmed, but did not wake. Frostheart whispered into the belly, "Rainpelt, take care of my Tagkit for me."