Faithpaw sat in her den, tensing.  She lay in her nest trying to sleep, but she felt as if she had ants in her pelt.  The day had been long, and it was a moon after The incident.   Of course, no one had believed her when she said it was Lonerstar.  why would they?  And she had had another prophecy.

'There isn't much time for the moon, the sun, for the ripples of blood, is soon to come' was what it was.  It concerned her and stumped her.  Faithpaw let out a whimper, closing her eyes, then standing up, opening her eyes, and padding outside for fresh air.

She let out a shiver and her mind started to while with paths.  Many of them, and she could see the good ones and bad ones.

What in Starclan is this, she thought as her mind focused on one where Lonerstar was exiled.  Then she tried to see what to do to get that.  She had to expose him by, being means to him, in the middle of the camp.  Faithpaw shook her head, growling to herself.  These are my dreams, they won't really happen.

Then she-cats a cat appearing out of the brush in one, and a few heartbeats later, a cat really did appear from under the brush.  She let out a small sigh of relief as she saw it was dovefur.

 "How are you doing, medicine cat," Dovefur said, slightly triumphant.  Faithpaw felt her ears go down as she looked into a vision where Dovefur mocked her.  Faithpaw shivered, not because she was cold, but because she was scared.

 "Leave me alone, Dovefur," Faithpaw snapped, annoyed.  Dovefur raised her head, then slightly smirked.

 "Fine.  But my friend won't stop that easily," Dovefur said a smile on her face turning into a crazy grin.

 "I'm going to camp, " Faithpaw said, sighing.  Dovefur let out a small huff, then flicked her tail.  

 I'm is so tired.  I think my legs might fall off at this point.  Ugh, Faithpaw thought, treading on a bramble.  Mouse dung!  She thought, tired as she padded into her den.  It had been decorated with pretty white flowers.

Wow, she thought, laying in her brittle nest.  She moved through it, looking for a soft spot.  She finally found one when a head poked through the entrance.  Falconkit.  No doubt about it.  He flicked his tail, and she crawled out silently, her ears perked.  They padded to the dirt place to talk, and finally, he piped up.  

 "So, uh, the nursery is so boring.  A queen is giving birth soon, and she is so snappy.  Can I help organize herbs tomorrow?  Or check moss for thorns," he asked nervously.  A wail filled the camp with alarm, and at the same moment, shadowy warriors streamed through the camp entrance.

Shadowclan!

But a queen had wailed, in pain, and it wasn't a.scratch pain it was...

Oh no.

The queen was giving birth during a raid from Shadowclan.  A thorn sharp pain jabbed into her back as a warrior leaped onto her.

 "Great starclan!  Get off me!  I'm not a warrior," she screeched, trying to shake the Shadowclan warrior off.  But they just growled.

 "Of course you are!  what else to could you be?"  Claws dug into her back, even harder.

 "I'm a medicine cat apprentice and I have to help-" her voice was cut off, and the warrior scrambled away as she dashed to the nursery, where several Shadowclan warriors watched, bewildered.

"Move away, move away," she snarled at no one in particular.  She lashed her tail, glaring at a warrior she didn't know who was Shadowclan or Thunderclan.  They just glared at her.

 "Get a stick, " Faithpaw snapped at someone.

"I'm not Thunderclan!  So I'll get the stick and he off with it with the rest of my clan," the cat snapped, and Faithpaw instantly knew who this cat was.  She dipped her head.

"I'm sorry, flickerflake.  I didn't know you were deputy.  If you would kindly get me a stick," faithpaw murmured.  Flickerflake swiftly nodded, then padded out of the packed den.  

  Visions flashed through her mind, visions where flickerflake killed the queen's kits.  No, she thought, letting out a gasp.  How could the deputy of shadowclan kill a cat?  Faithpaw shook her head in dismay.  Flickerflake padded back into camp, a long stick in his jaws.  She grabbed the stick, then handed it to the Queen.  She let out a screech as she bit into the screech, and faithpaw saw a bundle of fur.  The first kit had arrived.  Another screech, then another kit.  Another screech, another kit.  Faithpaw licked the kits making sure to lick their fur the wrong way.  Just a second before flickerflake leaped, she bowled into him.

"Do you have no sense in the warrior code, " she roared.

"You're the one attacking me"!

" Your the one trying to kill kits"!

"So?" Flickerflake unsheathed his claws, sliding towards the weak queen.  A screech filled the dusky air and a cat leaped at Flickerflake.

"Don't touch a whisker on that she-cat, " firestar yowled as he flung the confused deputy out of the den.  The sandy-colored queen lay in her side as she said the name for her three kits.  One was a dark brown tom, a tortoiseshell she-cat, and a light gray she-cat.

"Treekit for the brown tom... Mosskit for the tortoiseshell... And cloud kit for the pale gray she kit.  Her voice was a soft purr, soon interrupted by a crashing in the den.  Flickerflake leaped at Firestar.  Firestar fell in surprise. Flickerflake opened his jaws, then bit down onto his neck.  Firestar went limp, his eyes were dull.  A shout from the den made Faithpaw flinch, and Lonerstar lipped into the den, leaping onto flickerflake.

" you killed my brother, " he screeched, grabbing the young deputy by his scruff.  Lonerstar hurled flickerflake into the brambles as he nudged from Firestar's side.  Lonerstar did care about Firestar!  The mewing of kits filled her ears and Faithpaw shivered.  Was this the beginning of the end...?