Hello, my fellow fanfictionists! I'm back again with more of Mossyheart's Destiny!

We are rapidly approaching the end, I do apologize, for soon, Mossyheart will find her true destiny.

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"Mossyheart? How's Wolfstar?"

Mossyheart turned to see Searpaw and Otterpaw, two former GorseClan apprentices, standing beside her. She yawned.

"He's not getting any better, but no worse either."

Otterpaw exchanged a glance with her sister. "We could, um, watch him for a minute."

"Then you could get some sleep!" Searpaw agreed. Mossyheart yawned again.

"I'm so, so sorry, but I have to do this. You don't know what herbs to use."

"Poppy seeds, coltsfoot, tansy, catmint, and feverfew," Otterpaw reeled off. Mossyheart looked at her in surprise. "I heard you telling Snowmist what you needed a few nights ago."

"Sorry, but still no."

"Oh, come on!" Searpaw snapped impatiently. "If you get sick like everyone else, who'll take care of all of them?" Searpaw demanded.

Mossyheart remembered all of the sudden. One by one, every warrior had fallen ill, even Snowmist himself. Few remained fine, just Aspenleaf, herself, Searpaw, Otterpaw, Rainpaw, Shrewpaw, and Nightpaw. Mossyheart, as the most knowledgeable about herbs, had been working day and night to gather them, treat the ill, and then find more. But she wasn't the only one working overtime. Aspenleaf and the apprentices had been having to hunt like whole patrols by themselves, and Nightpaw and Shrewpaw were still wounded from a fight with a fox that had wandered into their territory and tracked the apprentices back to camp. They had driven it off, but the two young cats had been critically injured, then pushed themselves to the limit by refusing to rest. "If we don't hunt, we'll just take up valuable prey," they had argued. Reluctantly Mossyheart had allowed them to continue hunting, but insisted on treating their wounds regularly. Mossyheart sighed. "Fine. Remember to-"

"We know! Just go!" Searpaw pushed Mossyheart away; she stumbled, then rolled her eyes and stalked away.

She paused at the entrance to the medicine den; Mossyheart had taken refuge here, to watch over her Clanmates who were seriously ill while they slept. Her heart twisted painfully as she remembered when she was a kit and Snowmist would greet her at the den front and she would ask eagerly what herbs he was going to show her. A tear dripped down her face when she saw Snowmist curled tightly in his nest, unmoving. When she got closer, he lifted his head. "Hi, Mossyheart." He coughed, then continued. "How's Wolfstar?"

"He's alright." Mossyheart replied, wishing with all her heart it was true. Snowmist seemed to detect the lie.

"He's not, is he? Tell me the truth."

She sighed. "He's only getting worse, Snowmist. I think he's…" She trailed off.

"Dying?" His mew was husky. Throat tight, Mossyheart nodded. Snowmist struggled to his paws, coughed again, and stumbled. Mossyheart shot forwarding, steady her friend with her shoulder.

"He'll be alright, he's still got lives left, right?"

Snowmist didn't answer.

"Right, Snowmist?"

He shook his head. "His last life is slipping away, Mossyheart. He's not going to make it."

Yep, jerky me, sending an outbreak off incurable illness into my own Clanmates! I'm such a jerk.

On another note, 1,595 views, people! Let's keep it going strong 'till the end!

'Bye!

-Mossyheart