A/N: Me: Well . . . . I really have nothing to say.

Violetmoon: I can accept that. You tired?

Me: Extremely. It's not even halfway into December and Christmas has already worn me out

Violetmoon: Dear God . . . .

Me: I know. How about Sol takes it from here? Sol. (btw, this chapter's a little short because I'm sick and have writer's block. weh :/)

Sol: Enjoy!

Expect the Unexpected

Lionblaze followed the scent of Sol that we picked up. The ginger warrior sniffed around. I could've told them that Sol was simply disappeared and probably won't be coming back for awhile. But I decided to keep quiet. It's not like he would listen to me anyway. After what I (not really I though) said to Brambleclaw, everyone pretty much thinks I'm a bitch. And after I (but not I again!) attacked Hollyleaf, things have just been messed up. But it was clear that something was controlling me. There was also something else that was wrong with me. I've been having frequent bellyaches. I told Hollyleaf and she said to see Jayfeather when we got back to the clan.

"I know he's here somewhere," Lionblaze said, determination in his voice.

I nodded. "Just keep looking." Suddenly I felt as if I had taken a huge dose of Nightquil. I felt sleepy, drowsy, and like I was gonna . . . .

I ran off from the patrol. I could hear them calling after me, but I just kept running. Throwing my head into a bush, I threw up all the contents of my stomach. My legs were shaking, and I didn't know why. Strange though. I felt like this wasn't part of whatever was controlling me. I felt there was something else.

Hollyleaf and Hazeltail ran up behind me.

"Honestly Violetmoon," Hollyleaf said, a little annoyed. "You got to stop running of . . . ." Her eyes fell on the puke leaking from the bush. Her eyes widened. "Violetmoon are you okay? Did you just vomit?"

I just stood there. Something was caught in my throat. And then, boom! Another fresh dose of kitty puke straight from my mouth.

The two she-cats ran to my side. They helped me sit down as I rested my head between my paws. And as luck would have it, Brambleclaw came running up.

It looked like he was ready to scold me for running off again, but once he saw the puke and me weakly lying down with the two she-cats by me, he stopped. "Violetmoon?"

"I think she's sick," Hollyleaf said. I was glad she did. I was so tired, I didn't have the energy to say anything.

Brambleclaw nodded. "Perhaps we should rest. Violetmoon, do you want to talk a little walk?"

I nodded as I stood up. "I would, thanks."

As I began to walk away, Hollyleaf followed me. Brambleclaw quickly ran up to her, stopping her. "Let her walk alone," he whispered, though I could still hear him. "I think she needs some alone time."

I was thankful that he said that. Hollyleaf was one of my best friends, but I really did want to be alone. There was too much shit I had to deal with now. It was best if I did it alone.

As I walked along the snowy paths of the field we were in, my mind thought of everything that had been thrown on to me. Kiara, the evil spirits, saving the clans-the world! I was only fifteen. How could I possibly do this all by myself? . . .

Wait. Did I really just ask that question? Half of all the things I did I've done by myself. I've fought evil spirits by myself. I've traveled to different worlds by myself. I even killed a deadly monster by myself. But wait . . . . not exactly. I've always had some type of help with me. It seems teamwork always is the common recipe for winning a battle.

My whole body suddenly perked up at what I just thought. Could that be it? Yes! Teamwork! Working with someone else. Kiara always stands alone in her battles, hence why she loses them. She's alone. The only reason she has followers is because she's so evil, and everyone fears her. Those spirits aren't there to support her; they're just there to protect themselves. But if someone more powerful were to step up and take command . . . . .

A plan began to form in my head. Suddenly everything thing began to form. How I was going to stop the destruction of the world, how to stop the Dark forest from taking over, and how to save the clans. But most importantly, how to destroy Kiara.

"Very good."

A chilled voice came from behind me. I almost screamed by how startled I was. However, when I did turn around, I screamed because of who I saw.

He stared at me, his yellow eyes staring at me hard. I took a few steps back, but a branch tripped me. He walked closer to me, but I hissed at him, causing him to stop.

"What do you want with me?" I hissed to him.

Before he could answer, paw steps were heard behind me. I turned and saw Brambleclaw, Lionblaze, and Hollyleaf running to me.

Lionblaze came to me first. "We heard you scream and we . . ." But he stopped talking as soon as he saw the tom in front of me.

All three cats narrowed their eyes, and their fur rose up in anger. Brambleclaw walked up to me, helping me up. "Very good Violetmoon. You found Sol."

Sol bowed, as if he was meeting royalty. "Yes Violetmoon, very good."

The smile he gave me sent a sickening feeling to my stomach. Suddenly I felt the urge to throw up again.

We came back to the camp in about a day and a half. While everyone kept close to Sol as possible so that he wouldn't escape, I tried to stay as far away from him as possibly. This pervert wanted me, and I was starting to believe it wasn't just for my powers. Call me crazy, but I think this sick bastard had some sort of love-fantasy about me. It made me shiver just thinking about it.

The clan cheered as we entered through. Daisy led her kits into the nursery as we brought the prisoner to Firestar. Our leader was pleased. "Well done, all of you."

We all bowed our heads at the leader's words of praise. While the other cats went to rest, I went straight to the medicine cat's den. To my relief, only Jayfeather was in there. He was just the cat I wanted to talk to. Scratch that, the cat I had to talk to.

"Well welcome back," he greeted me as I walked in.

I waved my tail. "No times for jokes there's something serious I need to tell you."

He got serious as soon as I said it. "Well go on. Tell!"

I spilled out every details of my plan. He nodded, agreeing with everything I was telling him. As I spoke, I read his mind a little. This poor tom also had trouble on his paws. I saw Rock's face many times, unexplained prophecies, and parental issues (still doesn't know who his baby-daddy is). I hoped that he could help me out with this one task, despite that he already had a lot on his plate.

After I was done, I gave Jayfeather a minute to absorb everything I said in. "So . . . will you help me?" I asked.

Jayfeather had a meditative moment. He seemed to be thinking to himself, laying out all the possibilities of if this plan succeeded or failed. After a minute, he turned his sightless gaze to me. "I will. Whatever it takes Violetmoon, I will help you."

I wanted to jump out of my fur. "Thank you Jayfeather! Thank you so much!"

"What is it you need me to do?"

"Talk to StarClan. You're from here, I'm not. You might be more persuasive with them."

He nodded. "Okay, I will. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to talk with Mother Gana. Once she hears it, then I'm going to talk to the Spirits."

"You should be able to convince them of your plan."

I sighed. "But I'm just one half-Spirit. Not even full Spirit."

Jayfeather looked at me weirdly, like I just told him I was a monkey or something. "Just a half-Spirit? Violetmoon, you are way more than 'just a half-Spirit'. For the past few moons, I've seen you go through things that even half the cats in StarClan would never go through. You're the bravest cat I've ever met. You're smart, wise, and you always put others before yourself. The sacrifices you make are great-I mean, you sacrificed your life to come here! You even sacrificed your parents."

I looked down, allowing my tears to fall right out of me.

"Violetmoon, I know you've been through a lot, and so do the Spirits. If you think for one second that they won't listen to you, then you obviously don't know yourself that well."

I touched muzzles with Jayfeather. "Thank you," I said as the tears fell from my eyes to his shoulder. "And you Jayfeather, are the strongest cat I've ever met. And the best friend anyone could ever have. You really are special."

"And you really were sent here to save the clans." He looked at me, even though I knew he could see me. "And I know you can save us . . . . and the world."

I smiled. I have been thankful for many things in my life. But now I thanked every single Spirit, god, or anything else of worship for giving a friend like Jayfeather.

I turned to leaved, but Jayfeather called me. "Wait a minute Violetmoon." He gestured for me to come back to him.

I walked to him. "Yeah?"

"Are you feeling okay?"

I smiled. "I am now."

"No, I mean like . . . your health."

"Oh." I suddenly remembered I forgot to tell him what happened during the journey. "I vomited a little during the journey, but I feel better now. If you want, you can give me some medicine."

He looked at me for a second, as if there was a thought in his head.

"Lie down Violetmoon," he said.

I stared at him weirdly for a second, but then remembered he couldn't see, so I said, "Excuse me?"

"Just lie down for a minute. I want to see if you have some sort of sickness in your stomach."

"Jayfeather relax. I probably had some bad prey mixed with bad weather-"

"Violetmoon, lie down." He tone wasn't forceful or commanding. It was worried.

I just rolled my eyes and did what he said. Lying down on my side, Jayfeather began to feel my stomach, and press it at certain spots. He was just wasting his time. It was impossible for half-Spirits to catch mortal diseases, so there was no way I had greencough.

Jayfeather suddenly backed away from me, like something had bit him. I raised my head. "Jayfether?"

He was shaking his head in confusion. "Violetmoon, when were you going to see Mother Gana?"

I shrugged. "Tonight. Why?"

He walked up to me, feeling my stomach again. "You're going to have to reschedule Violetmoon."

My eyes widened. Now he had me worried. "Why?"

"Because . . ." And the next words he said turned all the blood in my body into ice.

"Because . . . . . You're carrying kits."