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Chapter 20
Redheart
The younger warrior stared at her in surprise.
"Now? Why in StarClan's name did she leave camp so close to kitting?" She mewed. Redheart began to inch away from the battle.
"How should I know? Let's go now. She needs our help." She watched Larkblossom look back uncertainly at her friends who were taking on larger FireClan warriors.
"They'll be alright." Redheart assured her. "But Rosesong won't be if we keep waiting." Larkblossom looked back at her and nodded.
"Lead the way." Redheart smiled and whirled around and charged off. The young warrior struggled to keep up with her.
"Redheart?" She suddenly spoke. Redheart pricked her ears at her tone.
"Yes?"
"What are you doing in ForestClan territory? It had to do with Witherstar, or that slash on your side, I'm guessing…"
The unfamiliar territory seemed to blur around them. Does she not trust me?
"Yes it does; he banished me also. I was going to join your Clan if Rowanstar would allow me." Redheart felt slightly at home as old memories flashed in her mind.
Larkblossom fell silent. I guess she does. She thought in relief.
She knows of our friendship, Redheart. Do not fear her doubting you. She knows most of everything.
Redheart almost skidded to a halt at Olivefur's voice. No, Larkblossom cannot hear me. But I have something you need to do for me.
Redheart continued running. Of course, my dear friend; anything for you.
Olivefur's voice went silent. Redheart strained her ears. Please, protect my daughter from what is going to happen. Twigclaw knows what is going to happen too. But I cannot allow her to see what is going to happen. It will destroy her…
Redheart felt a rush of fear over her body. What will destroy her, Olivefur? She has gone through things that would tear the sanity away from other cats. She's stronger than you may think she is.
Finally, the two she-cats came almost ran into the bright red she-cat. She was panting heavily.
"Help me, please…" She wailed as a spasm went down her body.
"Larkblossom, let's get her to your camp." The young warrior didn't say a word but obediently did as told.
Something terrible is to happen. Please keep her away…for her safety. And her kits.
Redheart's blood ran cold. What? Kits? I don't think she even knows she is carrying kits…
She grunted as she and Larkblossom hauled Rosesong up the large trunk. Twigclaw will be of your assistance. I have warned her too.
"Redheart?" She jumped at Larkblossom's softer voice. "Brownfeather says she has Rosesong covered. We can return to the battle."
Larkblossom
Redheart seemed slightly disturbed. Larkblossom didn't say anything (though it was slightly occupied with Rosesong's fur in it) though was worried the same. They dragged the laboring queen into camp and into the nursery.
"Brownfeather! Rosesong is kitting!" She called loudly. A few heartbeats later, Brownfeather raced out of her den and popped into the nursery with herbs in her jaws.
"Don't worry about her; I can manage on my own. You can go back; they may need you in the battle." Larkblossom looked back at the disturbed looking warrior.
"Redheart?" She mewed. The warrior jumped and looked at her. "Brownfeather says she has Rosesong covered. We can return to the battle." Fear flashed into Redheart's eyes.
"No!" Another voice yelped behind them. Larkblossom stepped back in surprise. Twigclaw scrambled out from the corner of the nursery. "Can you all step outside? Rosesong needs her space for a little while." Brownfeather gave them a long look. The three hurried out of the nursery.
"Why not?" Larkblossom hissed in annoyance. "We need to help them! They might be your future clanmates for StarClan's sake, Redheart!" Twigclaw rested her tail on Larkblossom's shoulder.
"You should stay- it's safer here! I don't want you getting hurt." The white queen's soft gaze only angered Larkblossom.
"I don't care! I've trained since kithood to be a warrior! I can fight!" She protested. The few members of the Clan left started peeping out of their dens or from behind the fresh-kill pile.
Redheart and Twigclaw looked at each other worriedly. Larkblossom narrowed her eyes. "Neither of you can stop me." She pushed her way past the she-cats.
"Don't go! It's not safe!" Twigclaw called after her. Larkblossom didn't even flick her ear.
Nothing will stop me from protecting my clan! She clawed her way down the camp walls swiftly and jumped to the ground with a hard thump!
A spike of pain shot up her legs. Larkblossom grimaced in pain as she tried to walk it off. As soon as it started to fade away, she began to pick up the pace towards the battle. The ground didn't help the pain, as it was still freezing.
"You really shouldn't go, Larkblossom." She almost yowled in shock as Redheart appeared by her side. She shook her head.
"I have to go! I need to help the others! That's why I became a warrior." She stated and kept running. She drew in sharp, jagged breaths. What's wrong with me?
Larkblossom began to hear shrieks and yowls from the battle. Jayfrost suddenly burst out from the low branches of some bushes. He was covered I blood and his eyes were wide open in terror and glazed with pain.
"He's dead, Larkblossom. He's dead! It's my entire fault! He's dead!"