The blind medicine cat was helping Ferncloud give birth. Dustpelt was pacing outside, his anxiety growing every heartbeat. Jayfeather hated the fact that almost the whole of ThunderClan came to watch. "You can come in now, Dustpelt." his voice called. The brown tabby rushed in. "Two sons and a daughter." Ferncloud sounded weak, but happy.

"Jayfeathe-" Lionblaze started. "Two toms, one she-kit and I don't know how they look like." Jayfeather meowed emotionless and Lionblaze closed his muzzle. "Um, how are you?" he asked, following his brother into the medicine den. "Giving  birth was easy, but tiring. Now don't disturb me." the blue tabby sighed and curled up in his nest.

He was in darkness, but a very faint white outline caught his attention. "Spottedleaf?" he called. No reply. It was none of the cats from StarClan. Then a pang of realisation hit him. "F-Fallen Leaves? I thought you left me!" he bolted to the Ancient cat and touched noses with him, but he stepped back. "Follow your heart, Jayfeather. Whatever you do, I'll always be with you." Fallen Leaves rasped. 'What are you talking about? How are you in my dreams?" the spirit of Fallen Leaves was fading, faster and faster. "No! Fallen Leaves!" he yowled.

"Jayfeather are you okay? You were trashing around in your sleep." it was Briarlight. "I-I'm fine. Probably just need a walk."