This would be another short but not sweet chapter! TADA!!

Sunrise

It was a glorious morning indeed. The sun was beginning to shine, the air was thick with spring, and everyone was happy.

Except for Hazelfur.

The young, black and brown she-cat was sitting in the nursery. Her legs kicked out at no cat as she fought the terrible pains in her stomach. Blood soaked her backside, though there was no little stranger by her yet. Instead, next to her stood Featherwhisker, the great medicine cat of ThunderClan. A worried expression clouded his gray face as he studied the pile of herbs next to him.

"I don't know what to do for her now, Hiddenthorn! I've given her poppy seeds and borage, but the pain isn't leaving," he meowed to a gray tabby tom next to him. The old medicine cat looked down at the young cat and sighed. "She is in the paws of StarClan now."

Hiddenthorn looked at him with a look of pure anger and sorrow in his normally soft face. "StarClan chooses wrong sometimes, Featherwhisker! She had better not die on your watch!" he roared, pelting out of the nursery. His first mate, Snowfur, had been killed when a Twoleg monster struck her. Their son, Whitestorm, had grown to be a respected and honored warrior.

Snowfur's death had tortured him. He had stayed up at night, waiting for her to come down and talk to him. She finally did, and she showed him a cat he needed to fall in love with. Their kit would help the Clan many times, she had said. Hiddenthorn trusted her, and he soon truly fell in love with Hazelfur.

Now his new beloved was dying. Hazelfur, sweet Hazelfur, dying so soon after he had come to love her. Her life was being slowly sucked away by the unborn kit in her. Killerkit, he thought bitterly, is what I will call it.

An ear-splitting yowl erupted from the nursery, startling Hiddenthorn back into existence. He dashed to the nursery as quick as he could. What he saw there scared him and made a feeling of revulsion creep in his veins. Hazelfur's fur was caked in blood, and more still was coming from her. Two tiny kits rested at her side. Both of them had blood on their fur, but one even more so. That little one was completely still. He was dead.

Featherwhisker padded wearily over to the tom. "Hiddenthorn, I am sorry. Hazelfur is with StarClan, and so is this little kit. He suffocated on his mother's blood as he was coming out. The other one is fine, though," he mewed, trying to sound a little cheerful. Hiddenthorn looked at the medicine cat with a blank expression on his face.

Then, quieter, he meowed, "Hiddenthorn, I am very sorry. I know losing two mates is horrible for you. Nevertheless, this kit, Spottedkit, needs you. She is a good kit, and very important to ThunderClan." He paused for a moment, looked around, and then whispered, "I have seen a prophecy about her. The Spotted leaf shall assist Blue, and shall struggle with quenching her obsession with Fire. It is about Spottedkit."

A new fire burned in Hiddenthorn's eyes, this one of determination. "I will not let Spottedkit die," he vowed, licking his daughter's head. The little kit seemed to be looking back at him, but her eyes were not yet open.

Giving his daughter one last look, Hiddenthorn padded back outside. The sunrise came up, and the sky was soaked with the blood of Hazelfur. However, in that sunrise, Hiddenthorn saw the outline of a spotted leaf, and a very promising future for the she-cat.

Hmm... I wonder who it could be? LOL!!! Muahahahahahaha! KK, I am catching up in the challenge! Ha! And HAHA! ---brackenfurlover