Bluestar's Prophecy

“Did you eat anything in there?” Moonflower demanded, her eyes wild with panic.

Bluekit stared back at her, words sticking in her throat.

“Did you?” Moonflower growled.

“I—I spat mine out,” Bluekit stammered. She glanced nervously at Snowkit as Moonflower’s gaze swung toward her sister.

“What about you?”

Snowkit stared at her paws. “I swallowed something,” she mumbled.

“Goosefeather!”

The medicine cat poked his head out of Smallear’s nest. “What?”

“The kits were in your den, and Snowkit has swallowed something!”

Goosefeather blinked. He hopped out from the fern nest and hurried across the grass.

“Find out what it was!” Moonflower spat. But Goosefeather was already in his den. He rushed out a moment later.

“It looks like they’ve been at the poppy seeds,” he meowed. Bluekit hung her head. She should never have dared Snowkit.

“How many did you swallow?” Goosefeather urged, his eyes round and dark.

“Two,” Snowkit mewed in a very small voice.

Goosefeather sat down with a sigh. “She’ll be fine,” he breathed. “It’ll just make her sleep.”

“Just make her sleep?” Moonflower’s pelt was bristling. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure,” Goosefeather snapped. “Take her back to the nursery and let her sleep it off.”

“You don’t want to keep her here so you can watch her?” Moonflower prompted, flicking her tail.

“You’ll probably do a better job watching her than me,” Goosefeather meowed. “I’ve got Smallear to keep an eye on.”

Moonflower snorted. “Come on.” She nudged Snowkit toward the fern tunnel. Bluekit hurried after.

“She’ll be fine!” Goosefeather called after her.

“She’d better be”, Moonflower muttered darkly.

As Moonflower marched them across the clearing, Bluekit was horribly aware of the fear and anger crackling in her mother’s pelt.

“Stupid tom!” muttered the queen. “How in StarClan did he become a medicine cat in the first place?”

Guilt twisted in Bluekit’s belly. She had dared Snowkit to eat the poppy seeds.

“Don’t ever go into a medicine cat’s den again!” Moonflower scolded. “In fact, stay away from the medicine clearing altogether!”

“But what if—” Bluekit began.

“Don’t argue!” As they reached the nursery, Moonflower picked Snowkit up by the scruff and bundled her through the entrance. Bluekit scrambled after her sister before Moonflower could do the same to her. Why was her mother so angry at Goosefeather? It was Snowkit who ate the poppy seeds!

I dared her. Bluekit sat at the edge of their nest, her pelt prickling with alarm, as Snowkit curled into the moss. Her littermate’s eyes already had a glazed, sleepy look.

Moonflower lay down and began to lap briskly at Snowkit’s fur.

Swiftbreeze stirred in her nest. “What’s wrong?”

“Goosefeather let Snowkit eat poppy seeds!” Moonflower’s eyes were dark with worry.

Poppydawn sat up. “He did what?”

Bluekit felt hot with shame. It wasn’t Goosefeather’s fault. If anybody was to blame, it was her. “Goosefeather didn’t even know we were in his den,” she pointed out.

“He should have known. He should have warned you.” Moonflower sniffed at Snowkit, who was already fast asleep. “Imagine turning your tail on two young kits with all those herbs about.”

“It’s a shame Featherwhisker wasn’t there,” Swiftbreeze put in. “He’d have kept an eye on them.”

Moonflower began washing Snowkit again, this time more gently. Bluekit could smell the fear on her mother’s pelt. Her own fur prickled. “She won’t die, will she?”

Poppydawn padded from her nest and pressed her muzzle against Bluekit’s cheek. “Don’t worry, little one.” The queen glanced at Moonflower. “How many did she eat?” she whispered.

“Two.”

Poppydawn sighed. “She’ll be fine after a good sleep,” she promised.

Please, StarClan, let her be okay. Bluekit’s tail quivered. Guilt pulsed through her as she crouched stiffly at the edge of the nest.

“Don’t worry, Bluekit.” Moonflower drew her into the moss with her tail. “I’ll watch over her. You go to sleep.”

Bluekit closed her eyes, but she couldn’t imagine sleeping until she knew Snowkit was okay. I’ll never let her go into Goosefeather’s den again!

“Let all cats old enough to fetch their own prey gather beneath Highrock!”

Pinestar’s call woke Bluekit. She scrambled to her paws, excited. A Clan meeting! Then she remembered Snowkit and stiffened. Hardly daring to breathe, she sniffed her sister. She smelled okay. And she was snoring softly.

Moonflower’s tongue rasped Bluekit’s ear. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “She’s fine.” Moonflower’s eyes were glazed, as though she hadn’t slept at all. “I’ve been checking on her.” The queen gently nudged the little white bundle. “Snowkit.”

Snowkit growled and wrapped her paw tightly over her muzzle. “Don’t wake me again! You’ve been poking me all night!”

Bluekit felt a rush of relief. Snowkit was fine. She nuzzled against Moonflower’s cheek and purred.

Poppydawn was stretching her forepaws and yawning. “How’s Snowkit?”

“She’s fine,” Moonflower mewed.