I wanted to just declare war on RiverClan, but I knew it wouldn't be the right thing.

The gathering has just ended, and Mistystar has told me she's going to take care of Robinwing as soon she gets back to the camp. I felt her streak by me.

She blinked her harmonious blue eyes and promised, "Robinwing will be punished."

"Good. He's too dangerous." I snarled, trying my best to keep my fur flat.

Mistystar paused before trotting away and saying, "So are you."

Starlingwing walked up to me and pressed into my fur, "I'm happy for you."

"Are you?" I asked quietly. "Everything is getting too deadly for me to manage now. I wish Blackstar was still alive."

Starlingwing licked my cheek gently. "It's alright," he purred, "Everything will be fine."

I hung my head as I crossed the tree-bridge back to the Clan. That gathering was awfully boring.

As we headed to the Clan, I felt a crazy headache coming on. I walked into the camp and walked into the medicine den and waited for Littlecloud to enter.

"Another headache…" I muttered.

"Is it something you're eating?" He asked.

I shook my head sickly and rested down onto the moss. "I just need some rest."

As usual, I let myself fall into the shadows. I was expecting StarClan or maybe even Jayfeather. But then something terrible made me open my eyes.

The shock pulsated through my body, and lights flooded my sight. I was so scared, and I was worried.

Then I saw the last thing I was expecting to see. I saw my mother.

She was a real human, and she was staring right into my face, her long, brown hair was perfectly straight and her eyes were bloodshot and tired. A smile engulfed her entire face.

I raised a paw- no, my hand. My hand.

This woman darted forward and hugged my tightly. I was in a hospital, and I heard a constant beep. I turned to see a heart monitor with green lines that raggedly moved up and down. The room was cold and pure white, shadows stretched across endlessly, and the floor had a pristine shine to it.

My mom couldn't stop crying tears of joy. I looked up at her and gulped.

"Autumn…"

I perked up, I haven't heard that name in such a long time. I'm not… I'm not Fallenstar. I had to get that fantasy out of my head now.

Or is this just some crazy dream?

Am I the crazy one?

"I waited for you for… for so, so long." She looked at me with those sweet green eyes. They reminded me of Tawnypelt.

Is Tawnypelt even real? Is she and the rest of the Clan just in my head?"

"You were in a coma for two years." She sobbed, "I missed my baby."

I halfheartedly hugged her back and didn't say anything.

That's what those headaches are. Those headaches was the doctors giving me medication, or even just my head hurting from when that truck hit me. Those flashes of lights in my dreams were the hospital lights, and the voices was my family and the nurses talking helplessly to me.

I never died, I was really in a coma for the whole time.

I want to live in a fantasy though.

Starlingwing didn't know I was expecting his kits. I wanted to tell him later tonight.

"What month is it…?" I dizzily asked.

She let go of my arms and said in a sappy tone, "It's July now, dear. It's been nearly two years since that crazy drunk hit your head. After you went into a coma, your father commit suicide."

I blinked, quickly thinking of Pinenose. "What month did Dad die?"

"A-Around December. He didn't want to wait for you any more."

I gulped. That's around the time Pinenose nearly commit suicide. I almost instinctively pressed my hand to my stomach, wanting to feel the tiny kick of kits in my stomach. But there was nothing, it was empty, and no sign of life.

I'm on life support right now, so maybe if I could pull the cord, I could live in the warriors world forever! I could go back to being Fallenstar, and I could give birth to Starlingwing's kits.

It would be so perfect.

"I had a dream, Mom." I wheezed out. I hoped this wouldn't sound crazy.

"What did you dream about, Baby?" She asked holding my hand.

I stared at the wall and told her everything. I told her about the Clans that I have joined, and I have told her about Flametail and everything else. I told her about the prophecy and the battle. I told her about Robinwing and Starlingwing. I told her that I became a proud leader with nine lives. But I didn't tell her about the kits.

She smiled and said, "That would be some crazy story, wouldn't it?"

I blinked and nodded.

"You were always my quiet little girl." Mom said hugging me again. I blinked again. I was quiet? That's right; I was always a quiet girl in school. I never spoke up or talked back. In the warriors world, I have become, snappy, sarcastic, and even a little sly. All of that death and bitterness has formed me this way to be the rude cat I was. Now I am Autumn, just a quiet human.

But I'm useless as a human. I have to contribute to society and pay taxes. To the government, I'm just a number in their records. I'm nothing to them, and I'm just a shield for wars. I am nothing here, and I don't want to recall the hardships that I've never went through.

Now that I think about it, I have no friends, I have no life. I sit around the house and draw all day.

Is ShadowClan just a figment of my demented mind? Perhaps it is, or maybe it's a real thing. What if being a human is just the crazy part?

Can I go back by just going to sleep? I suppose I can test it.

"M-Mom…"

"Yes?"

I looked at the door and said, "Can you please leave me alone for a bit? I want to take a nap. I promise I'll be fine."

My mother blinked and nodded, "Of course. I can do that for you. Would you like me to turn off the light?"

I nodded. She grinned and left the room, filling it with darkness.

I stared at the shadows. I'm scared of this human world now. Can I live a paw in both worlds?


I opened my eyes and saw Starlingwing staring right at me. I smiled and nuzzled him. Littlecloud grinned and walked away.

I then tried to shove the whole thing about me really being in a coma into the back of my mind.

"Starlingwing, I have something very important to tell you."

Starlingwing nodded for me to go on.

I then said proudly, "I'm expecting kits."

Starlingwing blinked then leaped atop me in glee. "I can't believe we're finally having kits!" He cried out and licked my nose, "I'm so excited! I'm going to be a father of the Clan leader's kits! They'll be amazing and brave, just like you."

I purred and nuzzled his cheek. I repeatedly shoved the thought out of my head of the coma.

Then I heard a quiet beep in my back of my head. It was the heart monitor.

Author's Note: DUN DUN, DUUUUUN!

So, Fallenstar is preggers and it is also revealed that she's not dead, but was really a coma! I have actually planned this the entire time. The story needs to move along. So, tell me how you would feel if the sequel was about her kits? C: