Foxbreeze lay her head on her paws. The Clan had been gloomy since the death of Fernsong, Rosepetal, Brairlight, Cinderheart and Graystripe, all killed by the sickness. She let out a sigh. Rosepetal was her mother, though she didn't know who her father was.
"It's been half a moon since I got the prophecy," she murmured aloud.
She looked up as Jayfeather paddedover, followed by an annoyed Squirrelflight. Uh-oh, she thought, Squirrelflight looks annoyed. Oh StarClan no.
"Jayfeather, look!" Squirrelflight said with annoyance. "She's fatter then she should be! I told you she's been stealing prey from your patients!"
"Squirrelflight, you mouse brain!" Jayfeather sighed after feeling Foxbreeze's sides. "She's expecting kits!"
"I am?" Foxbreeze gasped. She looked at Dewnose, who had heard Jayfeather's last words.
Dewnose padded over slowly. His eyes looked a bit hurt. "W-Who's are they?"
"You are, stupid furball!" Foxbreeze purred, rubbing against his muzzle. But that's not true. They actually belong to Jayfeather, ThunderClan's medicine cat. At least Dewnose and Jayfeather both have gray on their pelt... Wait a second! It is known for cats to have more then one father... Though it's rare. I think this litter does have two fathers!
Foxbreeze gave Dewnose another nuzzle. She looked up. Jayfeather was looking at her sternly.
"Jayfeather, may I speak to you outside of camp?" Foxbreeze asked hesitantly.
Jayfeather flicked his ear, then led the way back to the clearing.
"So, I'm a father now, am I?" he meowed.
Foxbreeze stared at him. How does he know!?
"You know of the prophecy, there will be three. kin of your kin - "
" - That hold the power of stars in their paws? Yes, I do know."
Jayfeather flicked his tail. "Well anyways, Dovewing and Lionblaze lost their powers. What no one knows, is that I still have mine."
Foxbreeze stared in shock. "How is that possible!?"
Jayfeather shrugged. "It just is." The blind tom licked her cheeck.
"Even though I may have loved Half Moon, I still see you in my dreams. You are almost as beautiful as Half Moon. I am happy to be a father of your kits," Jayfeather meowed.
Foxbreeze couldn't help it but to purr. She lapped at Jayfeather's cheek, fur rising as she scented Thrushpaw emerging from the bushes, jaws clamped with a blackbird.
The apprentice's whisker twitched. Confusion clouded his gaze.
"Err - Jayfeather got a thorn in his cheek while he was walking, I'm just getting rid of the blood," she hastily lied. The apprentice just flicked his tail, heading back to camp.
"That was close. We should head back," murmured Jayfeather. Foxbreeze ran back to camp, tiredness wrathing around her, and she padded to her nest, curling her tail over her nose.
Foxbreeze was woken up by a shaking in the ground. The other cats looked up too; ears pricked and eyes wide.
Suddenly, she realized her dream was becoming real.
"Evacuate the camp!" she shrieked. "Otherwise you'll die!"