Breezepool collapsed in a nest. With the blackcough going around, she had been getting like no sleep. She had just closed her eyes when Fernshadow quietly came into the den, with Sweetkit in her jaws.

Breezepool groaned inwardly. "Pkease tell me it's just a sore throat..."

Fernshadow shook her head silently. Sweetkit coughed, and tried ti bury herself in Fernshadow's long, thick ginger fur. "Go on, sweetie," she murmered, nosing her daughter foward.

Sweetkit stared at Breezepool, her eyes wide. "Mommy?" She squeaked.

Breezepool motioned for Fernshadow to leave. She didn't need any more cats getting sick, mainly queens. "Sweetkit, let ke get you some honey. It wont hurt as much when you cough," she meowed softly, grabbing some of the thich honey for the small kit. "Here."

Sweetkit licked up the honey, and glanced at Breezepool. "Can I go back to mommy now?"

She shook her head. "No. But I have an extra nest. Right by Flashclaw." Swetkit bounced foward, wanting to be by her dad.

Flashclaw blinked the sleep from his eyes, and smiled sadly at her. "StarClan, take care of us," she meowed so quietly, it was almost inaudible.

Breezepool then laid down in her nest, sleep taking over.

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Breezepool blinked as she arrived in StarClan. A silver tom sat in front of the medicine cat, eyeing her.

"Oh! Rippelstar! Do you have the cure?" She asked, eyes bright. She didnt want anymore to die... Fernshadow and Flashclaw already lost Frostkit.

"No. But I have a prophecy," he rumbled, dipping his head. "You qere a great medicine cat to me. I know you can figure it out."

Breezepool blushed and nodded. "Yes, Ripplestar." She managed to reply before she was engulfed in black.

"When death strikes," he began, emerging from the side of a pile of bodies. Breezepool gasped. She could see Sweetkit, Flashclaw, Dawnfeather... all the cats that had or have blackcough. Dead. She was unable to save them...

"One hope will be born." A bright light engulfed both of them, leaving them near a blue, rippling lake.

"And the pact shall be torn." All of a sudden, and crack in the ground ripped the once beautiful land and left it ugly... departed and broken. "Watrr and lake shall fight," Ripplestar went on, the scene not changing. "To bring forth a new light." The light started from the other end of the lake, and started to grow until it was almost by Breezepool.

"Snow will run red with blood,

Of a loved one."

Rosepetal, Breezepool's mother, let out a chilling scream as she sank into the red snow that appeared. Breezepool gasped.

"Then they will fall."

"What does this mean?" She yowled to no one in particular. "Help me understand!"

Then, she vanished and woke up with a gasp.

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Graykit watched the new kits squirm, and blinked. "Rowankit!" He motioned for his handsome brother to come over. "Look at that one!" He pointed to Rosekit.

Rowankit frowned. "She looks too much like me," he meowed absentmindedly.

Graykit huffed. "Whatever," he replied, cuffing his brother.

Rowankit smirked. "I'm too awesome. She'd look like my sister."

Graykit rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Thiught you were thinkibg about Sweetkit. What happened to her?"

"Blackcough." Came the one word answer from his ginger companion.

"Oh."

Rowankit shrugged. "Maybe she'll be the first survivor?"

"You're trying too hard..." Graykit trailed off.

Hazelwing coughed from behind them. "Mom?" Rowankit asked, nervous.

"It's okay, sweeties. I'll be back. Owlwing will be here soon," she told them and left, no doubt to the Breezepool's den.

"I know she'll be okay," Graykit meowed soothingly.