Warriors: Hollyleaf's kits

Chapter 4

--Fallen Leaves's POV--

Another day had passed. Will Hollyleaf ever go outside again? She can't, oh please, StarClan. Fallen Leaves reapplied cobwebs to Cherrypaw's wound. It seemed even weirder now that they had company. But he had to take care of these cats. 

Fallen Leaves turned his head towards Hollyleaf, who was still asleep in her nest. Worry wormed beneath his pelt. The more she exits the tunnels, the more she wants to leave, the more she wants to go to ThunderClan. But she hadn't even told Cherrypaw and Molepaw that she was ThunderClan. Grief echoed in his chest. Hollyleaf can't leave me. If she does, I'll be alone again. 

Fallen Leaves then began to treat Molepaw's wound. Tiredness swarmed over him. He'd been treating these apprentices all night. And glancing over at his nest with Hollyleaf in it made him even more tired. I should really get some rest. The apprentices will be fine.

Fallen Leaves, his eyelids drooping, padded over to his nest, curling up beside his mate, Hollyleaf. He closed his eyes, darkness folding around him.

Fallen Leaves opened his eyes to being in a tunnel. Water was surrounding him, but his nose was above it. He was right at the edge of the tunnel, the light shimmering at the end. This dream again! He swam forward, climbing from the tunnel. The shadowy figures could be made out now. 

Rock was standing there, his bulging gray eyes fixing on Fallen Leaves. 

Broken Shadow, Fallen Leaves's mother, stood beside Stone Song, his father. Midnight was standing beside Rock, her beady black eyes shimmering.

Fallen Leaves glanced around. "Mother? Father?" His first instinct was to run to them and greet them, but he had a feeling he should stay still.

"Fallen Leaves. There is a prophecy," Rock meowed, his claws working into the grass. "Four kits are about to be born, four kits that might change how the war will end. But, something else is happening. You might see your kin a lot later than you expected," Rock meowed.

"What does that mean?" Fallen Leaves asked, blinking at Rock. 

Rock sighed. "This might be the only time I'm specific, Fallen Leaves, but you will one day be alive again." 

Fallen Leaves was slightly confused. "What do you mean 'alive again'?" He asked. And what would happen to make me alive again?

"Hollyleaf is why," Rock meowed, ignoring his question. It was as if he'd read Fallen Leaves's mind. "She.... has a power."

Fallen Leaves blinked at him. "What? But she said-"

Rock cut him off. "Do not tell her about this. She may think she doesn't have a power, but she does."

Fallen Leaves's heart pounded in his chest. Why doesn't she know about her power? "What is this power?" He asked the ancient tom.

"I cannot say," Rock meowed. "But, this power results in the prophecy," he told him. "It doesn't matter if she doesn't know about it."

"Why can't I tell her?" Fallen Leaves asked, feeling defensive. Is there a reason I can't tell Hollyleaf? "Why?" He repeated.

Rock blinked at him, his gray eyes staring blankly at him. He looked away. 

Broken Shadow and Stone Song began to fade away suddenly, the stars disappearing from them.

Rock lifted his chin to the sky, then began to fade away.

Fallen Leaves woke in his nest to Hollyleaf shaking him. 

"Wake up!" Hollyleaf yowled, fear flashing in her green gaze. "It's Molepaw!"