A/N-Sorry for not updating in like, forever. But my computer broke and I have been using my brother's. And things are happening at home lately... Enough about me! Thank you to all the reviewers! Especially Dewfrost!

I'm giving out Crowfeather pillows, Iceheart/pool pillows, and all the other characters pillows!

Chapter 6: Dream

Falcon and I sighed as we stared at our bellies. The kits kicked me again. I sighed.

"I can already tell that these are going to be wild," I muttered.

"Indeed," Falcon agreed, beginning to lick herself.

I sighed and lay down. My eyes drooped. The sun seemed to fade even faster as I tried to fall asleep without the kits kicking me again.

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Slowly I opened my eyes. The moon shone brightly in the midnight sky as I hauled myself to my paws. No stars tonight, I commented to myself. I wondered if StarClan had abandoned us.

"No, they'd never do such a thing!" I muttered.

As I stumbled halfway across the clearing, an owl swooped down and landed beside me. I jumped back in fear.

"Don't worry, child. All is well! How have yoo been since young Swiftpaw spoke to yoo?" it hooted.

"Swiftpaw? Don't you mean Smokepaw?" I asked, bewildered.

"No, Swiftpaw!"

Who was Swiftpaw? Was he another cat in StarClan?

"Oi! Again with the pondering? Swiftpaw is the young tom who saved his Clan from the frightening dogs that attacked the ThunderClan one or twoo years ago."

"Uh..."

"He has not spoken? Well, I shall doo something about that!"

The strange owl flew off. I sat down, licked myself, stared after it, and snorted. Well, what a peachy night! First, I wake up, talk to an owl, and then find out that I'm going mental!

Owl flew back. "Well, he will be here in moment. He wants to tell yoo about the second half of yoor her it age." Oh, great, he can't talk well. Peachy.

"Blink, you dumb bird! Why did you fly off like that? I could have gotten lost!" The voice of a young tom drifted to my ears. "You know, I'm still not a warrior! I died before I freaking got my warrior name!" The tom appeared out of the thick bushes that surrounded us. He had a black and white pelt, and he had a temper.

"WHO THE HECK ARE YOU!" I screeched. As you can see, I was surprised and freaked out.

"The name's Swiftpaw. This owl here is Blink."

I paused. Where was this getting me anyway?

"Why are you here?" I asked, curling my tail around my paws.

"Well, I'm here to talk to you about the other half of your heritage," he explained as he curled his tail around his paws as well.

Copycat.

"Start, please! I don't have all night!"

"Okay, okay! Sheesh! Can't a tom get settled in?"

"You're dead!"

He mumbled something I couldn't catch. But it sounded like, "She-cats." He straightened. "Ahem. You know Crowfeather's father was Brokenstar's grandson?"

I nodded.

"Well, it turns out that uh... his grandson was um..."

"Go on."

"Scourge of BloodClan."

Silence. More silence. Long pause. Bird. Getting off-track here.

"Scourge?"

He nodded.

"Of BloodClan?"

He nodded again.

I thought I was going to faint. "I can't even look at you anymore!" I breathed, jerking my head away from his face. Drama was fun. But, the tom apparently took this seriously.

"Okay, then I'll leave," he meowed.

"No wait! Who is my-Crowfeather's-brother?"

Swiftpaw paused. "Smokepaw of ShadowClan."

I gasped dramatically. "The one that died!"

"You bet. And tell Firestar that it wasn't his fault that I died. And tell Brightheart that I always loved her. And tell Longtail that he was the best mentor ever."

Now I did faint. Just before I did, Blink laughed at me like Hawkfrost would when I did something wrong.

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I jolted awake, panting. Falcon was staring at me strangely, like something was wrong with me or I was an enemy. Hey, that ryhmed!

"What's wrong?" I gasped.

"You've been mewling in your sleep," Falcon muttered.

"Oh..."

I uncurled slowly. My belly hurt really bad. Falcon shrugged and lay back down. I got up, padded over to Comet, and nuzzled him.

"What? What's going on?" he mumbled.

"Get up, furball! What do you think you are? A hedgehog?" I hissed, trying not to wake Moon.

Comet snapped awake when he heard my voice. I knew what would happen next. "You're the most beautiful she-cat I've ever seen. You have the most beautiful blue eyes and your voices floats on the wind like a bird does when it flies. Our kits will be just as beautiful as you and they'll be so cute."

"Oh, stop it, Comet! You're embarrassing me!"

He smiled at me. Our tails intertwined. We padded off together into the forest to talk.

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A soft rustling noise woke us. Comet stood first. I had a little trouble standing. Comet helped me up.

Moon poked his head out and grumbled, "We need to move quickly!"

"Fine! Just... let... me... get... situated!" I grunted.

Moon sighed exasperatedly. We slowly (because of me) made our way back to the camp. Falcon was up. She smiled at us. I smilde back and nudged Comet to do the same. He did after a little encouragement. We all yawned, then set off.

"Ow! Stop that!" I yowled.

"I didn't do anything!" Comet insisted.

"The kits, dumb-butt!"

"Oh."

We continued in silence. My eyes began to close. Comet had to shoulder me to keep going.

Love...

I licked his ear. He rasped his tongue over my pelt. Falcon and Moon nuzzled each other.

Emotion...

I sighed deeply when we crossed a river. The kits were acting up again. I hoped that when I gave birth to them that I lived through it.

Feeling...

Our paws ached as we padded across Thunderpath after Thunderpath. My paws dragged the ground and kept catching rocks and pebbles, making me stumble a bit.

Emotion...

Tears pricked my eyes when we came upon a tiny kit. Its pelt was unkempt and dull. Its eyes were wide with fear. It was scrawny and you could see its ribs. I picked it up and carried it.

Don't be afraid to be weak...

The kit was deadweight when we reached a sandy hollow. We were all weak and tired. Moon's stomach growled.

Don't be proud to be strong...

Comet went hunting and brought back some mice, a starling, and a small fish. He offered the fish to me, but I gave it to the kit and took a mouse instead.

Just look into your heart, my friend...

The kit curled up close to my body for warmth. I groomed its tiny, ragged body.

And it'll be the return to yourself...

I realized that it was probably the age of an apprentice. It needed more food than a fish. We all needed more food. But there was barely any left.

The return to innocence.

I was extremely sleepy by the time the moon rose into the sky. The stars shone brightly that night. I smiled and closed my eyes, draping my tail across the kit's back. It was innocent then, but it would be a strong warrior one day. I hoped.

I lay my head down. Exhaustion would have its way again. And I was ready for the sweet darkness. Warmth flowed through me as I thought of my kits. I purred. The wind whispered through the trees.

"Keep going. You're almost there."

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A/N-That was almost like spiritual or something. I only have a few more chapters to go before this book is finished! But reviews are greatly appreciated. Remember, pillows!