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“It looks like a nice spot. I can’t blame you for resting in it.” Vixenrose accepted the apology with a humored smile, the small she-cat eyeing Ashenheart for a moment before she mewed. “Have you seen Applefur anywhere? I know I’m being nosy, but that’s my specialty. They never tell you about the part of motherhood where your daughters hide from you.” She sighed sheepishly.

"That's alright. I'm sure she'll pop up sooner or later." Vixenrose sighed with good nature, before she admitted. "I've been in a rush since Scarletpaw, Tigerpaw, and Dawnpaw have been getting closer to becoming Warriors. It was jarring to see my first litter do it, but now my second? Makes you feel a bit older." She laughed lightly, before she glanced over at the apprentice's den and smiled softly. 

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Sunthroat gave a small flick of his ear, a small frown making its way onto his face as Lightningstar explained what had transpired in the twolegplace. The former deputy gave a small shake of his head, “We all knew the risks when the idea of hunting in the twolegplace came up, and we accepted those risks.” He said, resting his tail-tip on Lightningstar’s shoulder comfortingly. “The poisoned prey had been unexpected, but we knew that rogues and loners were a possibility. You made the best decision you could, and for a time it helped our Clan grow a bit stronger during our prey shortage.”

Leopardfrost pressed against Ravenshade, “Maybe it would be best if you didn’t go to the twolegplace again for awhile.” She mewed worriedly, looking at her. “Although, I get the feeling that Lightningstar might call off the twolegplace patrols now after this attack.”

Rain. Howling winds. Peachdapple didn't know why she was running, but she was running. Lightning cracked above her as stone thumped against her pads. There was no doubting that she was taking the familiar path to Mothermouth, up into Hightstones but... why? She felt dread in her heart, yet also a piercing burst of adrenaline. That fierce protectiveness that she had carried all her life, boiling over into this very moment.

She could feel hot breath at her heels, and guttural growls. Barks, from creatures unrecognizable. They always were faceless when this dream... this omen haunted her. She refused to look back this time, the vision playing out. It felt so real, the rain slicking her pelt back. The wind screeched again, as though screaming for her to stop. A flash of white caught her eye below, who she assumed was a cat. The ghostly screeching blocked the cat's calls to her, yet for some reason she knew that she had to ignore them.

Closer and closer she got, her legs burning from the strain of running up the incline of stone. She hurtled around a bend, opting to move away from Mothermouth. Leading the... things, behind her. Up and up the incline she went, and her jaws opened up as her breaths heaved. A flare of defiance, of raw anger and determination filled her. And above all, a plea for it all to be worth it.

Peachdapple launched herself the final tail-lengths, and suddenly the world was weightless. The creatures howled behind her as they all leaped together, dooming themselves to the fate she had been given. She stared up at the blurry and cloudy sky, perhaps one last time. Just one last time! Her eyes closed, and-

Peachdapple shot awake in her nest, her blue eyes wide as a small gasp escaped her. She looked around quickly, started by the thought of any of her patients hearing her awakening from the somber omen. She scrubbed her muzzle quickly with her paw, realizing that she was shaking, ever so slightly. Starclan above, was she a coward? What Thunderclan cat feared death? Certainly not her, certainly not after Yarrowcloud had died in a far more gruesome way. Her eyes welled with silent tears, before she fiercely pushed them back down.

She had long accepted what this had to mean, a foretelling of her death. And while she had accepted this after the first pawful of replays, it still made her heart ache. To know that she would soon have to leave the Clan behind... yet if Starclan had destined her for such a sacrifice, she knew it needed to be seen through. She swallowed, praying that Starclan would give her enough time still to find a way to bring Yarrowcloud to them, to free him from the Dark Forest. She stood up, wanting to take her mind off her omen and instead focus on making sure Brokenwing was doing well with her kits.

"I'm fine." Peachdapple responded a little too firmly, before she realized her mistake. Releasing a soft breath, she gave the tom a soft look and nodded once. "Just a bad dream, nothing serious. It might just be my age." She tried to lighten the mood, instead looking at Brokenwing and the kits as she approached, eyes softening at the sight of them. "They're looking very healthy. I'm not seeing any signs of illness. Have they made any coughs or odd noises?" She asked.

“A great sign.” Peachdapple assured the tom with a calm look, her eyes flicking over to Silverkit as her voice grew gentle and warm. “Hello, little dear. Sweet thing, I can see your eyes ever so slightly. What a beautiful color.” She purred, her chest aching with both love and the long, long hollow ache of the motherhood she had wished she could have. That dream had been whisked away long ago, but this would be enough, just being able to help treat the kits and make sure they were healthy. She inspected the kits carefully, humming.

“Make sure Brokenwing eats all her herbs, no matter how bad they taste. She needs to be fed as well as possible to produce milk properly while she’s recovering from Whitecough.”

“Well. Treating her injuries was something I had done before. It worked for Yarrowcloud, so it was far easier to do it a second time for Brokenwing.” Peachdapple mewed lightly, her heart aching as she recalled how deeply her brother had cared about seeing Brokenwing become a Warrior and live her life to the fullest. She forced the ache down, instead giving the younger tom a warm look.

“My life’s duty is to see you all healthy and happy whenever I can. Your words are real sweet, Flamesky. Think nothing of it.” She assured with a deep chuckle, wondering if he or the rest of the Clan knew just how deeply she loved them all.

"Still, you probably don't hear it enough." Flamesky mewed with a small smile, "You've taken care of the clan for so long, I don't know what the clan would do without you. We've come to take you for granted."

Tansypool slowly crept out from the warriors den with a yawn "Morning... Did I miss anything?"She said looking towards Ashenheart and Vixenrose.