Bramblestar purred and licked his mate lovingly. "Thank you Squirrelflight! They are beautiful!"

Squirrelflight sighed and rubbed her nose in his neck fur, eyes half lidded with exhaustion. "They were difficult to have just as it is difficult to deal with you."

Leafpool chuckled in amusement and Jayfeather purred softly. Around Squirrelflight's belly were three kits; two gingers and a tabby, scrambling to get milk as they mewed and whined. Leafpool cast a side glance to Jayfeather. Two nights ago he was on the verge of shredding her because she had treated him as her kit. Now he had a soft look on his face as he listened to Squirrelflight's kits. She was surprised to see him pad it the nursery den with herbs in his jaws, herbs she already had. She had let him help her of course, because she knew he wouldn't be swayed otherwise. Now she was glad she did. Jayfeather acted as his usual self when he worked, which was a nice relief.

Squirrelflight flicked her tail lazily at Leafpool, beckoning her sister over. "I promised you a kit didn't I? Go ahead and pick one to name." Leafpool looked at Bramblestar, stepping forward only when he gave an approving nod.

She examined the kits, smiling as she licked the ginger she kit with amber eyes. "Well," she looked over at Jayfeather. 'This wouldn't hurt,' she thought as she sat up, eyes fixed on Jayfeather. "I think Jayfeather should name this one."

Poppyfrost and Sorreltail mewed in confusion, Bramblestar tilting his head. "Are you sure about that Leafpool?"

Leafpool nodded, feeling strangely giddy inside. "I'm sure. No offense Squirrelflight, I love them all and I want to name this one, but I have a feeling I won't need to worry about that."

Squirrelflight flicked an ear. "Oh? Really now?" She looked at Jayfeather, eyes warm. "Well I don't mind."

Jayfeather narrowed his eyes at Leafpool, trying to judge what she was thinking. Naming a kit? He can't do that! He curled his tail loosely around his paws, feeling his fur itch with all the cats staring at him. He sighed as he crouched down beside the queen, touching his nose to the she kit Leafpool picked out.

He shuddered as electricity shot though him, pulling back with wide eyes. Bramblestar and Squirrelflight stared at him in concern and worry. Leafpool's eyes watching him wisely, already knowing what was to happen next. Jayfeather shuddered, shaking his head.

He blinked and stared in shock as he saw thundering, raining skies and lighting flashing everywhere. Cats were yowling and fighting, the main focus landing on an unknown small silver she cat slashing at her enemies without mercy. From out of nowhere a young ginger she cat jumped out of the fire surrounding the fighting cats and into battle, eyes ferocious and long claws outstretched. The cat was powerful and feared by her enemy's she fought, very precise in her attacks.

The ginger cat had to be no more than a paw, or a new warrior, he wasn't sure, but she stuck close a grey tom, him? He was surprised to find his self in the battle, fighting like a warrior with nothing to lose. That couldn't be him because he couldn't fight. Never!

Around him and the ginger she cat were ancestors, some of them not their own. Among them he remembered seeing Bluestar, Firestar, Silverclaw and Flameblood? He bristled as he spotted Flameblood among them, padding close to the ginger she cat's side as the red tom stared back at Jayfeather, yellow eyes glowing proudly and knowingly. Firestar stood beside him, eyes fixing him the same gaze. Jayfeather gasped and backed away slightly, body trembling in excitement, not fear. The power he was feeling was amazing!

"Flames will end this war, Jayfeather. Be careful of how you guide her," both toms said. Guide her? How? He was a medicine cat! He didn't fight, he healed! Jayfeather watched as the ginger she cat lunged at the silver one, both cats tumbling and spitting angrily at each other. The energy coursing though his body was suffocating. He dug his claws into the ground as the ginger cat sunk her fangs into the silver one's throat-

Jayfeather flinched as he felt a prod in his side, smelling Bramblestar's scent really close to him. The voices he heard, but they sounded fuzzy. "Jayfeather! Are you alright? Leafpool what's wrong with him?"

"Nothing us wrong with him Bramblestar. He is perfectly fine."

Jayfeather continued trembling, eyes wild as he panted like he had just ran away from a fox. He realized how tensed he was and relaxed, taking his claws out of the ground and forcing his fur to lie flat.

Inching towards the kit again, taking in her scent, he purred, feeling very close to the kit. "Flamekit. She will be Flamekit."

Bramblestar tilted his head, eyes thoughtful. "Flamekit. I like it."

"Doesn't it sound a little, I don't know, tom=ish," Poppyfrost mewed cautiously. Squirrelflight yawned, laying her head down.

"If Jayfeather wants to name her Flamekit, then she is Flamekit. We can name the others tomorrow."

Leafpool nodded, pushing herbs toward Squirrelflight for her to eat. Bramblestar licked his mates head before he left, fur tingling in excitement. Squirrelflight gave a weak snort a she heard her mate spreading the news about their kits.

Leafpool just shook her head. "You mated with him," she chuckled. Squirrelflight sighed.

"Of course."

~ooo~

Jayfeather left with Leafpool after she had saw to her sister, leaning heavily on her as she lead him to the medicine cats den. The vision that he had somehow drained him and his felt really drowsy. But it felt so real. Jayfeather shuddered again. He couldn't even describe it.

Leafpool purred as she laid him down on his moss bed, tail flicking as she went to the back of the den. "Did you see it?" Jayfeather barely heard her, looking around him tiredly. Brightheart was out and stretching her legs, so it just left him and Leafpool.

"Saw what?"

Leafpool padded over to him, eyes excited. "The battle, the fire, her. Did you see her?"

Jayfeather closed his eyes, sighing as sleep pulled at him. "Yes I did. Flames will end the war. That is the prophecy," he murmur tiredly.

"No Jayfeather, that is our prophecy."

Jayfeather barely heard her words as he succumbed to sleep's embrace.