Disclaimer- I don't own Warriors. Duh.
"Spiderstar!"
The spindly, swift black leader looked up from his bedding. "Starshine, what is it?"
Starshine panted, "I had… dream… fire… night… dog… Leafpool… kits…"
"Try and make some sense! What gibberish are you spouting?"
"Listen…" Starshine mewed and related her dream.
"It makes sense, which isn't enough to say for some other dreams I've had. Nightpelt and Dayrise are the moon and the sun, night and day, and Flameheart and Riverpool are the fire and water in my dream! They join, and the kits born must…fulfill their destiny."
"What about the crowfood scent and the cats?" Spiderstar asked, kneading the ground with anxiety and worry.
"I don't know. They can be cats from our clan, reduced to eating crowfood to live, or they can be something else entirely."
Spiderstar was silent for quite a while, then spoke up, "So the new kits will destroy ThunderClan?"
"In short, yes."
"We cannot slay helpless kits… for any reason… there is a chance… innocent…" Spiderstar muttered, staring so hard into the ground his eyes could burn a hole in it, but they had a far-off look. He finally looked up, eyes hardened.
"'Two will come,' correct? Those were the words of the prophecy?"
Starshine nodded, a little curious.
"Then the two cats must be separated. All precautions must be made against the prophecy, and they cannot even go hunting together alone! All prophecies and dreams do not come true…"
"Very well," Starshine mewed and gave a tired sigh. "This is so hectic… the clan seems so healthy… maybe this was really just… a dream."
Spiderstar fixed her with a piercing stare. "We cannot ignore this danger to the clan. Starshine, I depend on you! Is there any way we can separate the two of them?"
Starshine looked at her paws and thought. "Well…" she mewed finally, "I have no apprentice…"
Spiderstar leapt up, eyes blazing. "Of course! Medicine cats are more isolated from the clan, and you just must intervene before they try and do anything together."
Starshine nodded, then mewed, "We can not force futures, Spiderstar. I will see to both of the kits when they grow old enough, and see which has a stronger potential for the way of medicine cats. After all, it is not for any cat."
Spiderstar nodded, mewing regretfully and a little playfully, "Always a step ahead. True, Starshine, we cannot force anything." He sank down into the moss again, and mewed, "Go then, tend to Riverpool and Dayrise."
Starshine nodded and left the leader's den, padding out a little to a patch of sunlight before sitting down and gazing about the camp, to see how things were going.
Their home, the home that her aunt Squirrelflight had lead ThunderClan to, was quiet and peaceful. She could see Dustyclaw, son of Bramblestar and Squirrelflight, congratulating Riverpool on her soon-to-be-born kits. She felt a pang of envy. Dustyclaw, with his sleek brown pelt and lofty stature, always seemed to catch her eye. Shaking her head with a small smile, she turned her thoughts from Dustyclaw and watched the laboring queens.
Riverpool was heavy with kits, but it seemed to Starshine that there was only one kit, quite a large and strong one. She knew it would be a tom, just from watching her. Now why, and how, she had no idea, but it was the feeling in her heart. Flameheart was flitting about Riverpool like nervous sparrow, sometimes rubbing against her, other times fervently asking questions of whether she was feeling all right. Concealing a mrrow of laughter, Starshine shifted her blue gaze to Dayrise.
Starshine examined her, and noticed this queen trod lighter then Riverpool. Her belly was not as extended, and either Nightpelt wasn't feeding her enough, or this was going to be a single kit, and a small one. She tried to feel what this kit would be like. This would be a she-cat for sure, and she sensed a feeling of love and rage, misery and joy, calmness and fury.
Starshine shook her head, confused. What was this? She tried to go deeper, and suddenly she could feel to feeling whatsoever. She felt a quiet peace, knowledge quite out of her age. She felt the weight of something large pressed on this unborn kit.
Starshine looked away from Dayrise, startled. That was too strange. She stood up and assisted a worried-looking Nightpelt in helping her into the nursery. The new kits would come quite soon. She turned around and met Flameheart, an inch from her muzzle.
Quickly the tom backed away, and mewed, "Do you have any idea when Riverpool will have her kits? What can I do? Should I-"
"Hush, Flameheart!" Starshine cut off with a small mrrow of laughter. "She'll be fine! You must be overfeeding her. Give Riverpool some space, her kit will be big and strong. Don't worry!"
Flameheart looked dubious. "But-"
"Go get some sleep. Do you need poppy seeds? You're too stressed!" Starshine chuckled and shooed him into the warrior's den after giving him some poppy seeds to lick up.
Straightening up, she caught the golden gaze of Dustyclaw, and there was something in his face that looked envious. Did he think there was something between her and Flameheart, with his mate about to have kits? Seeing Starshine return the gaze curiously, Thornclaw hastily looked away and headed off into the woods. Silvershine shook her head and padded into her den, thinking, Toms will be toms…
Sighing, she sank into the moss, her mind once again on those paths of the prophecy. Sometimes it was hard being a medicine cat…
There, that one was really long! Please review, and review some more! It'll get more exciting, promise!
