I don't like this chapter. Cloverspirit acts... un-like herself. This whole thing just bothers me to no ends. But it's too long to re-do. :/ Try to enjoy.

Cloverspirit knew exactly what she was doing when she took Blazekit back into her nest. Flarestrike... oh her loving, caring Flarestrike, only wanted the best for his kits. But no, she was selfish. Always a selfish she-cat! Never selfless enough to sacrifice anything for her clan! And now, she was going to take away her kit's proper futures simply because she couldn't bear the thought of them scurrying around with those... other kits.

"Selfish." She growled in betwen Blazekit's tuft of fur.

The clan turned around when they saw her with Blazekit and they all looked confused. Cinderstar's face dropped and Cloverspirit heard Flarestrike burst from the medicine cat den. Then he skidded to a stop and watched. She lay Blazekit down gently and pushed her way through the crowd of cats.

"What're you doing?" Ashfall hissed as she detached her kits from her teats and lay them by Blazekit one at a time.

Then she sat down and tucked them under her. "What... what's going on?"

Whiteleaf, her father and the deputy demanded.

"Why have you brought four of Ashfall's kits out here?"

Cloverspirit couldn't look her father in his namesake green eyes and say it.

So instead, her turned her head and looked at Cinderstar, "These aren't Ashfall's kits. They're mine."

Lightpaw, Sharpclaw, Cinderstar and Flarestrike all let out little gasps of horror. Ashfall was poking her head out of the nursery and looking worriedly at the four scraps now crying underneath her. Cloverspirit let out a snarl and everybody looked around, bewildered.

Brightdream was shoving her way through the crowd, "Cloverspirit!"

She yowled, looking angry. "How could you betray your clan!"

Cloverspirit shook her head, "I haven't betrayed the clan. I might've betrayed Starclan, but when I die, I'll let them judge me."

Rayshine was licking his mate's ears gently as Brightdream shook with rage, "I can't believe you! After all that training you just throw it away!"

Cloverspirit, her name now crumbling, growled at her sister, "I have Lightpaw! I haven't thrown anything away."

Sunflower stepped from the crowd, her ears low and her eyes dull, "Well then. Who's the father?"

Cloverspirit looked towards Flarestrike and then began, "Just some rogue from the twolegplace. His name was-"

Suddenly, she found a light ginger tom standing beside her.

"Me. I'm the father."

There was a wail from the nursery and Ashfall burst through the crowd, snarling viciously.

"You! You lied to me! And then tried to get me to take her kits? I should tear your throat out you lying, cheating, sleeping, dirty tom!"

Flarestrike shivered as he found all eyes on him.

Cloverspirit gave him a smile that made his heart flutter and she leaned on his shoulder.

"Exile them!"

Ashfall crowed, her tail lashing and whipping Flarestrike's astonished sisters in the face.

Cinderstar began to pad towards them, "No. They will not be exiled and four little lives sent to their deaths. She has no milk, can't you see?"

Everybody glared at them as they padded towards the medicine cat den, each carrying two kits. Cloverspirit immediately ate more borage and then lay down with her kits, washing herself.

"Thanks." She murmured at Flarestrike. "Thanks for sticking up for me."

Lightpaw trotted through the den entrance, looking un-phased. "Geez. Clan cats and their Starclan ways."

She growled, then saw Cloverspirit.

Her tail shot up in the air, "I'm glad you can still be my mentor!"

The light ginger apprentice gave a large grin before Cinderstar burst through the entrance.

"What happened?" She cried. "You had it all perfectly mapped out! Why-"

Then she gazed at Cloverspirit for a minute, and understood.

Cloverspirit shook her head, "I knew. I knew as soon as I went into labor."

She murmured. Flarestrike sat down, his shoulders hunched. Both his and Cloverspirit's family made up most of the clan. Their kits would be shunned and so would they. But they still had eachother, if Ashfall didn't claw them both to pieces. Sharpclaw trotted in, his navy blue eyes wide. Northpaw was at his shoulder and she glanced from Cloverspirit to Lightpaw. Lightpaw was sitting beside the white queen and licking her paw calmly.

Behind Sharpclaw, Silentstream came through, her ears pricked curiously at the kits. Cloverspirit now had a very contented look on her face and she slowly lifted her eyes to Silentstream's.

"I'll feed them until your milk comes in if you want." She said.

Cloverspirit nodded and sat up, "Thanks. Just keep them away from Ashfall and those rats of hers."

Flarestrike winced, those rats are my kits too.

Silentstream left her to sleep with her litter until they woke up and then she sweeped out, growling something at somebody. Flarestrike climbed into the cleft of her den and lay down just like he had a few weeks ago. He gazed at the red kitten, Applekit, and smiled as she yawned and climbed over her sisters to sniff at him. Their noses touched and she jerked away from the moist surface.

Then she crawled back to her mother and let out a mew, pawing at her belly and sniffing. He gently grasped her in his jaws and took her to the nursery to find Silentstream watching him, her ears pricked.

"What's this ones name?" She asked.

"Meet Applekit." He said, letting her grab his, so far, favorite kit.

Cloverspirit woke up in the Starclan hunting grounds. Out of the mist, a figure approached her which she instantly recognized as Shadownight. His eyes were grim as he looked at her. She opened her mouth so that she could yowl she was sorry, but he shook his head.

"What you did was not right or wrong. Your future is un-secure. There is still an unsolved prophecy hanging in the air."

Her ears flicked up, she was still a medicine cat... right?

"Flames will leave a field of ash and bloom a field of spirits with loving paws. We have already figured out who the flames are. Flarestrike."

He curled his lip, "That tom you mated with."

Cloverspirit could feel heat rising through her fur.

"D-do you think that the last part is about m-me?"

Shadownight nodded, "It's possible. Though, our visions into the future are brief. Since we don't have as much ancestrial dust as the other clans, our power is small."

A field of ash? Ashfall, maybe? But, Flarestrike will leave Ashfall and bloom her? It didn't sound right on her tongue when she suggested it, and Shadownight shrugged again.

"I just have to warn you, my beloved apprentice, those kits you gave birth to are just like their father. They'll only stir up trouble."

Her white fur bristled and she found herself hissing at him, "My kittens are perfect! You just watch and see!"

Shadownight dipped his head, blue eyes flashing before he turned around and his body faded until the mist swallowed him up and she woke up to see Flarestrike bringing the rest of her kits out to Silentstream. She shivered as she looked at him, that... that prophecy has to mean something deeper than that if it is un-solved!

Applekit's belly was round and it looked like she had already eaten and she licked her head, "I love you." She whispered.

The prophecy changed a tad to fit to the plot since it changed a little. Well, that's the end. There is no epilogue. I hope you had fun! xD R&R!