I'm so sorry I haven't been updating! I've had lots of dance recitals (6) and a huge writer's block lately. But anyway, here is Chapter 8!
"What are you doing here?" Crowpaw snarled at Luna. He dropped into a crouch, ready to spring at the she-cat.
"I came to help" Luna meowed. Stepping up to Feathertail she began to sniff her leg, nosing the length of the broken bone. "I know all the herbs of these mountains"
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Crowpaw growled. "For all we know, you could be-"
"Be quiet Crowpaw!" Tawnypelt snapped. "Feathertail needs help now, so keep your mouth shut!"
Crowpaw glared at her but subsided, crouching back by Feathertail and licking her ear.
Luna gazed at them with her clear blue eyes. "Your friend needs me. Without me she will die."
"How do we know you won't just hurt her more?" Crowpaw challenged.
"What would I gain from that?" asked Luna.
Crowpaw only glared at her. Tawnypelt gave him a stern glance before turning back to Luna.
"You can help-but one false move and we'll flay you to stripes."
Luna dipped her head in acknowledgement. "You have nothing to fear."
She pushed her herbs towards Feathertail. "These will ease your pain."
Feathertail bent her head and licked them up, soon falling into a painless sleep.
Squirrelpaw stirred restlessly. Far away she heard Stormfur's voice, but it belonged to another place, another world. The pain had lessened, but Squirrelpaw was content to float away on the clouds of dreaming, free from all worries and regrets.
A faint sound reached her ears-the meowing of kits. The hazy clouds disappeared, and Squirrelpaw was looking down into a bramble nursery. Three small kits were playing there, bating each other's ears with tiny paws. One was pale ginger, one dark orange, and one flame colored like Squirrelpaw's father, Firestar. There was a queen behind them, and as she turned Squirrelpaw let out a gasp of shock.
It was herself.
I'm going to have kits someday? But where is this place? It's not ThunderClan's forest.
A voice murmured in her ear, low and indistinct. The nursery vanished and was replaced by a snow-covered forest.
Cats writhed on the ground, snarling and hissing. The snow was stained red with blood; a salty tang filled the air.
A dreadful wail sounded in her ears-the cry of a cat that had lost everything. Squirrelpaw saw herself again, crouched over a small limp body.
The murmuring grew louder, forming clear words.
Three will come, blazing fierce, blazing bright, blazing in the sky at night.
The snowy scene faded, and she was waking up, looking into Stormfur's relived eyes.
Sorry it's so short-its all I could think of right now.
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