Kits Of a Leader Part 8- Searingpaw/Swiftstar

         As Ravensoar, Searingpaw, and Duskgaze appeared back outside camp, Duskgaze doubled over in pain. The others looked worriedly at her, but she waved her tail.

   "Go on... I'm fine. I just need to recover." she said. And then headed into camp. Searingpaw looked around camp.

     "She never got to tell me if she feels the same way that I do for her...." he whispered to himself. "The battle is coming, and she could get hurt!" He exclaimed. "What can I do to stop it.... Duskgaze's power is draining...." he trailed off looking out of camp. "What if she gets killed, and I can never see her again?" he murmured. Suddenly, Shadeshadow walked up to him.

    "She can't." she said. "She's a cat of the prophecy." Shadeshadow looked at him in the eyes. Her eyes look like Frostriver's.... he thought with a pain. His heart hurt.

   "I never told anyone this. And don't tell anyone yourself." she whispered. "I can see into the future. I didn't even knew it myself. I thought it was normal. But I see you." she said. "And I see her." she said. "And I can't say no more, but both of you WILL live, if I have anything to say about it." Shadeshadow said. "When the battle comes, and the winners stand, their greatest strength will be lost." she whispered, then walked away, leaving Searingpaw standing there, gaping.

    Was that a prophecy? he thought. It doesn't matter. We have to be ready, and the whole clan already can feel it's coming. But when this is over, I'm getting her back. he thought with determination, and looked at Floe and Ravensoar and their kits.

     Maybe we can be happy like them.

>Searingpaw<

Swiftstar was padding along the river, her eyes filled with sorrow. The prophecy rung in her ears everyday, and everyday it grew stronger.

"You have two choices
only one you can cover.
One leads to death,
and death the other.
Then an obstacle,
you cannot pass.
so live each day,
like it's your last."

She remembered when Greystar gave her the prophecy. It seemed like moons ago, which it was.

     "To find your last peace your heart must be searing like a flame." someone spoke, and she almost fell. Slowly, she turned around.
      "I came to find you." he said. "This black cat- the one who looked just like you, told me to tell you. That. That to find your last peace your hear must be searing like a flame." he said. Swiftstar looked confused.
   "Your... having kits?" he asked, staring at her belly. "And you didn't tell me?" Brass said. "I-I-" Swiftstar stuttered, but Brass rushed over to her. "That's lovely! Wonderful! Fantastic!" He purred. "They'll be beautiful, like you." he said. Swiftstar smiled.
    "I missed you." Brass said. "I missed you so much. I thought you might've died. But no! Your still alive."
But not for long. Swiftstar thought sadly, with a twinge of pain. But that pain spread, and she collapsed on the ground.
    What's... the kits! "The kits are coming." Swiftstar said shakily.  "Great Starclan!" Brass explained. "I've helped my mother deliver a later litter of kits. I can do this." he said. "Now push." he said. "Oh! And here's a stick!" he said, picking up a stick and shoving in her face, and she bit down onto it.
          She felt the kit come out and sighed. She saw Brass bend over and nip the kit's sac and it started mewling. "That's it." he said.
   "That's it?" she asked. Brass nodded. "Yup. It's a tom. And a hansom one too, if i do say so myself." he said, chuckling. The tom had the same bracken-colored fur as Brass.
    "Bronzekit." he said. "Can he be called Bronzekit?" he asked. "Of course, and let him be prophecy free." she breathed, licking the kit on the head.
    "Who knows if he'll remember me?"  she said. "I'll miss him so much. Almost as much as you." Swiftstar said to Brass.
    "Don't talk like that! You know what? Tell this 'Starclan' that if they want to take your life, they have to get through me first." he said.
     "I'll try. But we have to get back to camp now. I mean I have to get back. Before the clan notices I'm gone." said, picking up Bronzekit who squeaked in protest.
      "Take care of our son." Brass said quietly. And Swiftstar nodded. "I will." and with that, she walked in the direction of camp, with Brass looking on.

>Swiftstar<