If Medicine Cats Were Allowed To Have A Mate And Kits

CHAPTER ONE: THE CHOICE

Moth Flight's P.O.V

A teasing glint flashed in Dappled Pelt's gaze. ''You sound like you're in love.''

Acorn Fur looked away shyly. ''We have been getting close,'' she admitted. ''We've even talked 

about sharing a nest.'' Cloud Spots purred. ''It looks like Moth Flight won't be the only medicine cat

with kits.'' Something inside Moth Flight lurched, and she was about to say something about that, 

but she stopped herself. Who am I to decide whether Acorn Fur takes a mate or not? She forced a 

smile. ''I can give you some tips.'' She meowed, her throat tightening as she remembered Micah's 

death. Acorn Fur must have seen it because sympathy flashed in her eyes, but before she could 

say anything, Pebble Heart meowed. ''There's Highstones, we'd better hurry if we want to beat the 

moon.'' The others nodded and raced toward the looming shape of Highstones. 

                                                             ...

Inside the Moonstone's cave, Moth Flight was reminded of the first time she had been here, when 

Micah had been waiting outside. Grief stabbed her insides, turning her expression sour. ''Moth 

Flight.'' Pebble Heart's meow drew her back to reality. She shook her head irritably and lay down 

on the cave floor beside Dappled Pelt, reaching her nose out and touching the cold stone of the 

Moonstone. There was a brilliant flash and Moth Flight opened her eyes to find herself with the 

others in the hunting grounds of the spirit-cats. She was once again swept away by the beauty of 

the land. Moth Flight looked around her to see the spirit-cats padding toward them. She glimpsed 

Micah's yellow pelt, but Half Moon had stepped forward, addressing each medicine cat in turn. 

''Cloud Spots, Pebble Heart, Acorn Fur, Dappled Pelt and Moth Flight.'' Half Moon's gaze lingered on

Moth Flight after she spoke, disappointment hidden behind her eyes. Moth Flight stared back, 

puzzled. What? She asked silently. What did I do?

                                                              
CHAPTER TWO: BLAST FROM THE PAST

Acorn Fur's P.O.V

Acorn Fur was happy. She was happy for the first time in what felt like forever. She felt really, 

truly happy. She hadn't felt this way since Jackdaw's Cry and Hawk Swoop had been killed in that 

awful battle. She shuddered at the memory. 

                                                               ...Flashback...

Acorn Fur felt as if her world had collapsed. She forced herself not to look at her parent's, bodies, 

laying in the clearing. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real. It was just a dream, in a moment she 

would wake up and be in her nest, with Jackdaw's Cry, Hawk Swoop and Lightning Tail. 

Oh, Lightning Tail, she glanced up at him. Bleeding and ragged, he looked just how she felt. 

Lightning Tail, dear, sweet brother, what are we going to do? They're dead. They're dead. They 

were really dead. Tall Shadow was saying something about respect for the slain, but Acorn Fur 

wasn't listening. They're dead. the thought kept spinning in her mind like a spider weaving it's 

web. Suddenly she felted completely and utterly trapped. She had to get out, she had to escape. 

But where? The only place to go was to... No, no, she couldn't go there, not after this. But Acorn 

Fur couldn't help but look up at Clear Sky, bowing his head. He had fought valiantly, and even 

after the battle, he looked as strong as ever. Guilt pounded at her head. How dare she think of 

joining his group? She looked around the clearing. Bodies were everywhere, and cats that weren't 

dead looked it. Acorn Fur squinted at the moor on the horizon. Her home. But it didn't feel like 

home anymore. Not without Jackdaw's Cry and Hawk Swoop. She had made up her mind. 

                                                       ...End of flashback...

Acorn Fur remembered so clearly the look of horror and betrayal etched on Lightning Tail's face 

when she told him she was going to the forest. And even worse were the moons to come, 

stranded in Clear Sky's camp, scorned and outcasted. It was only after they had found the Blazing 

Star that Acorn Fur felt like she belonged in the forest. And now she was one of Clear Sky's... No, 

Skystar's, most trusted cats, as well as the medicine cat. Life was good. No cat was sick, no cat 

had died, and best of all, she had him... She learned that she was expecting his kits a few sunrises

ago. And every time he came in to camp from a hunting patrol, she would stare into his handsome 

face until she had memorized every bit of it. Red Claw. 



CHAPTER THREE: FALLING FOR HER

Cloud Spots' P.O.V