It was midnight, RedWood clan was asleep, cats curled up in their dens.

The leader, Burnetstar, a red mackerel tabby tom, was up, walking carefully around camp. He's been lost in thought lately, he's worried for his clan. The battles between RidgeClan and HollowClan has been hard.

And SwampClan has bene unnaturally silent, some thinking they were just gone for good.

Thymepelt: "Burnetstar?"

The medicine cat called out. He was a blue ticked tabby tom. He had plants all over his short fur, but still that kind smile.

Burnetstar: "Thymepelt... greetings. I was just watching the stars.."

Thymepelt: "Hoping StarClan will send you a sign?"

Burnetstar: "... Yes."

Thymepelt smiled, his grin faded as he stared at the stars.

Burnetstar: "Thymepelt?"

Thymepelt: "Two kits, one betrayed, one praised. One shall die and one shall pay..."

Burnetstar eyes widened. A prophecy? What was Starclan saying? Two kits? Die? This explains nothing.

Thymepelt stared, just as shocked.

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Moons passed, a she-cat, named Whiteface just had her two kits. Her mate, Spiderface was the first to the nursery after he returned from his patrol.

Spiderface: "My, love... they are perfect..."

Whiteface: "Two little toms..."

Thymepelt smiled and walked away.

Burnetstar was watching, his eyes narrowed. Two kits...

Burnetstar: "Frostfoot... set out more patrols."

He muttered to his deputy. A tabby calico she cat.

Frostfoot: "Yes, sir."

She huried off. Burnetstar stared, he turned away and entered his den.

Whiteface and Spiderface nuzzled each other.

Ans their two sons, Sunkit and Blackkit.