Another short one, sorry!! I caught up now! -pants- yay! And... now I must go bathe my dogs. Joy oh joy. Sigh.
Expectations
A white and grey tom padded briskly toward a den that was guarded by bracken. Inside the den, a black she-cat was yowling effetely, and straining. A brown tabby tom stood next to her, looking down at her with a calm expression on his face.
The white and grey tom entered the den carrying herbs in his mouth. "Lonesoul," he meowed, dropping the herbs at the brown tabby's feet. "I brought you the herbs you requested.
"Thank you, Stillbracken," he meowed, taking the herbs from the ground. He rapidly chewed them into a pulp and spat them in front of the pregnant she-cat. "Dawnsun, please eat these herbs. They will help your kit come," he mewed, trying to soothe her.
Struggling tremendously, Dawnsun swallowed the herbs. Suddenly she yowled, and a small little clump of fur fell next to Lonesoul. The old tom bent down and began to lick the little kit, but he was stopped by Stillbracken.
"I'd like to clean my kit," he meowed, putting a paw between the little kit and the medicine cat. Lonesoul nodded and backed up as Stillbracken licked his kit clean.
Beside them, Dawnsun was breathing hastily, and Lonesoul padded over to her. He selected a poppy seed from the pile of herbs and gave one to the she-cat. Her eyes glazed over and she drifted into sleep.
Lonesoul was looking at the little she-kit when his eyes were suddenly clouded with darkness. He felt it as he slid to the floor of the nursery, but he could not hear Stillbracken calling to him or see anything but blackness.
When the medicine cat looked up, he saw a muscular she-cat standing above him. Her pelt was a creamy grey, just like the little kit back in the nursery. The she-cat looked down at him and smiled, and then she vanished into the air. His surroundings suddenly changed to what looked like a Gathering, but he saw every single Clan cat in the forest there. Lonesoul looked at the tree where the leaders gathered, and he saw the same she-cat there, alone.
"There will be a time, when all Clans must join as one to survive. The only cat that can persuade them will be one of bracken and sun. She will unite the Clans and save them all, until they must separate again."
No one spoke, but Lonesoul heard it clearly in his mind. A prophecy. His eyes snapped open, and he looked around. Stillbracken was staring at him, calling his name. The brown tabby stood up and looked at the warrior.
"Stillbracken, your daughter is part of a prophecy. StarClan has great expectations she will need to live up to in order to save the Clans."
Tada! Byez!