The Twoleg Prophecy/Part 4

Andrew hacked and coughed as he lay in the soft moss bed that Jayfeather had prepared for him the previous night. John watched the tom with concern. John believed Andrew was a twoleg, after John had seen the talisman that he wore.

Andrew’s talisman had yet another stylized cat’s head on it, but this time it had a weird symbol through it that looked like a wisp of wind.

He is Windclan’s twoleg. John thought to himself for the hundredth time. ''Where are the Riverclan and Skyclan twolegs? They should be here soon.''

“John, how’s Andrew? Is he still coughing?” Jayfeather pushed through the mossy entrance of the Medicine den. Jayfeather was carrying some catmint, and he dropped it at John’s paws. “Have him chew some of this, okay?” Jayfeather padded out of the den, the tip of his tail twitching nervously.

“Ugh…” Andrew moaned, stretching out of his sleeping position and he sat up, hacking so much that John found himself cringing in pain.

“More of that stuff?” Andrew managed to meow.

“Uh huh. Sorry.” John answered him.

“It’s not helping. That cat gave me a lot last night, but it isn’t breaking up.” Andrew coughed. John was shocked at Jayfeather’s poor judgment. “Did Leafpool tell him to give that stuff to you?”

“I don’t think so… I don’t honestly know…” Andrew answered.

''I hope you are excited for Pt. Four as much as I am. Sorry for the lame-ish Sneak Peek, but it was all I could reveal at the moment. Bye, and see you 8/4/10 when the full chapter is uploaded!''

--WarriorcatZ1324