. . "The Twoleg Prophecy 2 Part One: Tiger's Blood"@en . . "The Twoleg Prophecy 2/Part 1"@en . . . . . . "Gustfoot padded outside and sat next to the entrance to the clans\u2019 nursery den. She quietly groomed herself, the silence of the warm Greenleaf night calming her nervous feelings about the litter she had just delivered. She let out a heavy sigh, and Mistystar padded up to her, her sleep-deprived eyes bloodshot as she greeted Gustfoot. \u201CHello, Gustfoot, how is Hollyleaf doing? Are the kits healthy?\u201D \u201CYes, she just gave birth to two toms.\u201D Mistystar waved her tail in excitement. \u201CThat\u2019s great news!\u201D But then she hung her head, and let out a heavy sigh. \u201CIt\u2019s a shame their father isn\u2019t here anymore.\u201D"@en . . . . . "Gustfoot padded outside and sat next to the entrance to the clans\u2019 nursery den. She quietly groomed herself, the silence of the warm Greenleaf night calming her nervous feelings about the litter she had just delivered. She let out a heavy sigh, and Mistystar padded up to her, her sleep-deprived eyes bloodshot as she greeted Gustfoot. \u201CHello, Gustfoot, how is Hollyleaf doing? Are the kits healthy?\u201D \u201CYes, she just gave birth to two toms.\u201D Mistystar waved her tail in excitement. \u201CThat\u2019s great news!\u201D But then she hung her head, and let out a heavy sigh. \u201CIt\u2019s a shame their father isn\u2019t here anymore.\u201D Gustfoot nodded. \u201CThat\u2019s true. Hopefully he\u2019ll return again. He only left a moon ago.\u201D She remembered why he had left, and a shiver of fear ran down her spine. \u201CHas a patrol gone out yet to protect the border today?\u201D She asked Mistystar. The gray she-cat shook her head in response. \u201CThose filthy cats better not step foot in our borders today. After what they did to the clans\u2026 what they did to Skyclan\u2026 they deserve to die.\u201D Gustfoot looked over and saw Cherrytail sitting a few tail lengths away, chewing on a thrush. \u201CCherrytail\u2026 Don\u2019t tell me you\u2019re still\u2026\u201D \u201CMad at those mangy twolegs? Yes, I am!\u201D She tore the head of the thrush off its body as she finished her statement, angrily tossing it away. \u201CYou can\u2019t blame them for Skyclan\u2019s destruction\u2026 John was doing his best to\u2026\u201D \u201CStop talking about that piece of crow-food!\u201D She spat, flinging herself at Gustfoot. \u201CHe goes and saves Skyclan from those rogues, which we could have defeated, if Leafstar hadn\u2019t had that stupid vision telling us to go meet that twoleg! And then he puts himself first and surrenders to Falconstar as if we didn\u2019t matter!\u201D She was about to strike the mild-mannered medicine cat, when Mistystar scraped her claws across her face. \u201CStop that! You should have more respect for your elders!\u201D Mistystar growled. Cherrytail spat once again, padding off to the warriors den, and Gustfoot sighed. \u201CDo you want to talk to Hollyleaf, Mistystar?\u201D Gustfoot offered her, knowing that Hollyleaf heard every single word that had been spoken. Gustfoot added under earshot of the nursing she-cat, \u201CShe\u2019ll need the company of a good friend.\u201D Mistystar nodded understandingly, and padded though the moss-covered entrance. What are we coming to? Gustfoot thought, if the clans disband now out of frustration of each other, we\u2019ll be easy pickings for Doomclan. Even though Cherrytail might not know it, she needs us as much as we need her. She saw a dim light in the distance, where the twoleg camp was situated. She silently padded towards the dim light, the light growing into a large fire as she padded into the camp, the twolegs sitting around it wordlessly. Most of them were stuck in their cat forms, the only one that was not was Drew, who was quietly tracing her brother\u2019s name in the dirt next to Logan. \u201CGood evening, Drew.\u201D Gustfoot greeted her, and the sorrowful eyes of the girl met the medicine cat\u2019s. \u201CHello, Gustfoot. Here to check on Logan?\u201D She said in a quiet, sorrowful voice. \u201CYes. Is the comfrey I put on him still on?\u201D \u201CYeah. He hasn\u2019t moved much since this morning.\u201D \u201CGood, then I need to replace it. It won\u2019t do its job well if it gets stale.\u201D Drew nodded, and she shifted on the ground so the medicine cat could have better access. Gustfoot sighed as she saw Logan had barely moved an inch. \u201CLogan.\u201D She prodded him with her paw, and he stirred in his sleep, and rolled over, covering his wound with the other side of his body. Gustfoot sighed and sat down, trying to find a way to wake him up without being rude and unpleasant. \u201CI\u2019ve got it, Gustfoot.\u201D Andrew perked up from his spot next to the fire and padded over to lean over Logan to whisper in his ear. \u201COh no, I\u2019ve gone out to hunt and I brought so many rabbits back, but Logan isn\u2019t up to eat any of them!\u201D \u201CWhat\u2019s that about rabbits?\u201D Logan sat straight up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He then moaned in pain and irritation as he realized he had been tricked. \u201CMy job here is done. Good luck, Gustfoot.\u201D Andrew padded off to his spot again, and settled down to stare at the bright flames. Gustfoot rolled her eyes as Logan moaned something about rabbits, and she got to work, using the stash of herbs she had stashed at the twoleg camp. After she had finished, Logan laid down again, and he shifted so he was against Drew\u2019s leg. \u201CThank you, Gustfoot.\u201D He murmured and he let out a yawn, eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep. As Gustfoot padded back to camp, she saw the number of cats gathered around the nursery den. It\u2019s good that the clans are accepting of this litter. As long as they forget who the father is. Gustfoot sighed. Maybe it\u2019s for the best if we just forget about the threat for a while as well. It\u2019s not going to help stressing about those cats. Gustfoot padded into her den, and curled up in her bed. A wave of sleep crashed over her, the conflicting feelings washing away like sand."@en . . . .