Hey there! It's Kay here. So sorry for such a late update!

As for the reviews - I'd like to restate that normally, I write quite long chapters (as I am doing for my new soon-to-be posted Homestuck/Warriors crossover) of about 1 and a half pages or so. However, as Isabelle has more things to do and I'm a lazy nerd her chapters may be shorter :)) sorry!

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Cloudjumper Kat: Glad you liked the second chapter! Yeah, Nightwhisper is a bit of a sad character :( as for her kits, well you'll have to see! :^) Yes, the chapters alternate from Icepaw (FlowerClan), Creekpaw (BrookClan), Brackenpaw (StoneClan), and Smallpaw (undecided Clan name oops!) and these Clans are the Valley Clans that live in a valley :)

Now, for the chapter!

The long stretch of craggy rocks lay silent in the cool nightfall air. It was leafbare, and the pelts of the StoneClan cats were as thin as they had been two leafbares ago. A squawk shattered the silence, and a thump, cold and hard, echoed through the night.

The ginger tom dragged the prey to the caves that were nestled in the hills. "Here." He mewed softly, not sure what exactly to say. A golden-brown she-cat lay in her nest before him, eyes flickering up to meet his. His mate, Goldenflower.

StoneClan was the Clan with the fewest cats. Kittings up in the hills were hard, and though they tried to get the she-cats down before they kitted, it was hard. So StoneClan gave up, like any Clan would have.

She blinked up at the tom. Memories flashed before her, of past kittings. As a queen she had been made to procreate, to make the Clan prosper. There had been no space for love, and there had never been. But now she looked up at the ginger tom and felt the beginnings of something blooming in her heart; she tried to hold it down, but it prospered anyway.

"Thank you, Lightningfoot." She mewed indifferently, biting off a chunk of meat. She hadn't eaten a good meal for days now, and that was sure to be bad for the kits she was expecting. The warrior bowed his head - queens were revered in StoneClan - and left.

No sooner did she feel a throbbing pain in her belly. The kits. She wondered the same thing she did every time. Will I survive it this time? The other queens noticed her, knowing that she was kitting. One of them slipped out the cave, not taking a second look at Goldenflower.

At least someone's getting the medicine cat. She slumped onto the stone ground of the cave. The medicine cat came hurrying, quicker than she had thought he would. She saw a ginger shadow, something that she recognized, but not quite.

She had fainted. That was what the medicine cat had told her, at least. Now three bundles curled themselves tightly at her belly, whining quietly enough for just her to hear. Her tired body wanted to rest, but she knew she couldn't. There was something coming - ah, what had it been? Her mind was dazed after the kitting.

Goldenflower sucked in a breath as she remembered. The Prophesier. How could she have forgotten? It seemed like only a while ago that her last kitting had been told their destinies. Not that they would remember it. They had been only just born then, like this litter. It made no difference where it was this litter or that litter, she told herself. They are all the same.

But the flower in her heart bloomed, spreading its petals for all who could see. Then a hulking gray tom made his way into the den, and the flower hid itself behind her pelt.

"Shadymoon." The medicine cat mewed as a way of introduction. Not that any cat didn't know who he was; the Prophesier was literally the reason why they were here, as the more superstitious of them liked to say.

"Kits, eh? Worth waking up in the middle of the night for." Shadymoon took his place in front of her, his weight making a dull thump. Goldenflower felt self-conscious in front of the tom, as did most other queens. Rumor had it that Shadymoon was the only Prophesier that deigned to say more than destinies and prophecies. No one knew the truth, though, as the Prophesiers were instructed to stay in camp at all times. They didn't need coaxing, really; they preferred to live in the shade and not the spotlight.

With a gentle paw, Shadymoon turned over the first kit. The little tom was the largest, unusual for a litter of three kits. Then again. they hadn't had a litter of more than two since last leafbare. He yowled, thrashing with her eyes shut. Goldenflower swore she could almost see the old tom smile.

"I believe," He said somberly, his eyes twinkling with a twinge of kitlike humor. "This tom will be the next leader."

Goldenflower didn't need perfect hearing to hear the collective gasp that went around the cave. "I-" she began, the panic clouding her eyes. He can't, he can't, they'll-

"But Rainstar, he-" Shadymoon shushed the other queen with a paw. "DestinyClan chose this future for this kit." Aren't you proud? The unsaid words echoed in Goldenflower's head. She closed her eyes. She had never really believed in destiny.

Oh, the facade she held up to protect herself. She hated to use it, but obliged. "Thank you so much, Shadymoon. I believe in DestinyClan's decision and I believe they have blessed my kit with this fortune." She mimicked the face of a delighted queen perfectly, eyes wide with happiness and animated voice.

Shadymoon dipped his head with a routine word of thanks, and moved on to the other kits' prophecies. The she-kit was to be a queen like her, and the other tom would be a warrior. Normal positions for a she-cat and a tom.

With a curt nod, Shadymoon left after the last kit's destiny had been spoken. Goldenflower watched her kits playing, their eyes still closed and voices only a tiny squeal. The other queens were fawning over the leader-to-be, but Goldenflower only looked to her two younger kits.

"Dawnkit, for the beautiful sun that rises over the hills." Goldenflower murmured to herself. "Larrkkit, for the larks that fly over us and that have given their lives to us."

"And Brackenkit, for golden bracken always grows alone."