Brightfang: Sry this took so long to get to you but I was having computer problems. My laptop wouldn't let me upload this chapter. Anyway, enjoy!

At the same time as Bluestar, Spottedleaf gazed down at the ThunderClan camp. She watched with her ears delicately perked as Firestar went to comfort Sandstorm. His flaming ginger coat mingled with her lighter one. Spottedleaf smiled, remembering him as a scared, little apprentice, how he always came to her when he was upset or had nothing to do.

Firestar was the only reason she ever questioned being a medicine cat. Ever since kit-hood she knew it was her calling, but Firestar…She gave an amused purr…That stubborn little kittypet made things seem different.

Never taking her eyes off of the two ThunderClan cats, Spottedleaf shifted position and gave her paw a few absent minded licks. She thought back to the naming ceremony and was happy with Firestar's reaction to her words. Now nothing would hold him back from loving Sandstorm, nothing should.

"She loves you," she whispered into the empty skies just as Firestar stood up and padded towards his new den, pausing only to speak to Graystripe, "Use every life for your Clan and for her."

A sudden jolt passed through her and she knew that Firestar was calling to her. Spottedleaf closed her eyes at the same time and they met in a dream. At once the beautiful tortoiseshell knew what was troubling the young leader.

"Oh no, Firestar," she teased gently, blinking her loving amber eyes that he couldn't see, "This is your decision." With that, they opened their eyes and Spottedleaf entered the skies once more.

Once she returned to StarClan she realized she wasn't alone. "Greetings, Bluestar," she dipped her head to the former ThunderClan leader.

Bluestar dipped her head in reply and smiled, "Watching over your sister, Spottedleaf?" she asked cocking her head in a way that she figured meant or Firestar? Not knowing how to respond, Spottedleaf dipped her head and smiled. Bluestar continued, "Her little Sorrelkit looks just like you. Though her temperament is a bit different. Willowpelt and Whitestorm are both fine warriors, I'm certain that their kits will carry their blood."

"Firestar," Spottedleaf whispered, figuring that Bluestar had already guessed this, "I was watching Firestar."

Bluestar smiled with knowledge in her eyes. Spottedleaf remembered that if anyone knew about following your heart it was Bluestar. "I know," the blue-gray she-cat spoke at last, "I've been speaking to Crookedstar…"

This perked Spottedleaf's interest as she waited for her to continue, "We think you should be the one to tell Firestar about LionClan."

Spottedleaf felt her heart swell; this meant she would see Firestar outside of a dream. That's something that hardly any cats get. "Thank you, Bluestar, I'm honored," she mewed, still unable to bring her voice above a whisper, "How will I tell him?"

"You know very well how," she licked Spottedleaf's ear, "Follow your heart, Spottedleaf. You know Firestar better then any StarClan cat and you know how to make him understand."

"I will," she dipped her head and returned the lick. Bluestar ran back in the direction she came and Spottedleaf went back to watching the newest leader. He was sitting in his den, just laying there and thinking. She had half-a-mind to enter his thoughts but knew she shouldn't.

"Firestar," she purred out loud, knowing that the young tom had many problems that his leadership couldn't avoid. He had two prophecies, and she was responsible for giving him the third one. She thought of how he would react to seeing her and how he would react to this new prophecy. With all her StarClan blood she knew that Firestar could bring them through anything, but he was young. Letting her emotions get the best of her, Spottedleaf felt sorry that he would never have a normal warrior life.

"I'm responsible for giving him two prophecies," she sighed, knowing that it wasn't really her fault. He was the chosen cat, the one cat strong enough to see them through. She would help but not interfere, the first rule of StarClan.

To continue to take her mind off his problems she went back to watching him. He tossed and turned in his nest and Spottedleaf gave a mrrow of amusement to how silly he looked.

"I love you, Firestar," she whispered, knowing no matter what he would see the Clan through, " You're going to be just fine...but I'll watch over you always."

What do you think, too sappy? It was kind of hard to write it otherwise. Let me know.

Oh, and yes I think that Willowpelt and Spottedleaf are sisters. Think about it, Sorreltail looks just like her. Just thought I'd clear that up for all.