Author's Note

A/N: Hello! Yes, people, another fanfic!! Except I'll actually finish this one! Because I have dedication, and honesty, and- darnit, I almost got through that. Nah, I'll finish it because I have an amazing plot twist planned.

Anywho, this is an AU fanfic: What if Feathertail hadn't died?

Prologue

Everything was silent, except the roar of the waterfall in the background. Dust stirred the air and filled Feathertail's lungs. She shook. The rock was crushing. Her blue eyes opened and gazed up at the cave roof.

"Feathertail!" Crowpaw shrieked, running over to her. His eyes were wide. "You're alive!"

Stormpelt joined her. "Feathertail," He mumbled, in shock. She nodded, coughing. "Mmm," She muttered, unable to form words. The rock was crushing her, and she could feel the blood seeping into her silver pelt.

Stormpelt's eyes lit up. He cleared the surrounding area carefully and then began removing rocks. The release was heaven, the pain hell. She groaned, everything was going fuzzy around the edges. 

"Help! Someone!" Crowpaw yowled. She closed her eyes and her head fell back. 

"Feathertail!" Crowpaw's yowl was panicky, and useless.

Her spirit drifted away. 

When she opened her eyes again, her pelt was dry. No blood, no cuts, no pain. She looked around, examining her surroundings. 

"Feathertail," Someone murmured. She looked up to see a silver she-cat in front of her. She looked like Feathertail herself. She could only be-

"Silverstream?" Feathertail whispered. Her lost mother nodded once. "It's me," She murmured. Feathertail ran forward and nuzzled her mother. "What are you doing here? Is Crowpaw okay? Did I die?" She jabbered. 

"I'm visiting, he's fine, and not yet." Silverstream said. She closed her eyes. "You have a destiny, Feathertail. But you won't like it." 

Feathertail stared at her mother. "What are you talking about?" 

Silverstream sighed. "StarClan mistakenly gave Firestar this prophecy." 

Words rang in Feathertail's head. There will be three, kin of your kin, who hold the power of the stars in their paws. 

"And?" Feathertail asked, still not understanding. 

"You were supposed to die. The prophecy wouldn't have come true without it. So StarClan recinded the prophecy. In doing so, we created... a loophole, of sorts."

Feathertail blinked. "So?"

Silverstream's voice was very urgent. "You must bear Crowpaw three kits." She faded away, as did the forest.

Her eyes flew open with a gasp. "You're okay!" Brambleclaw announced, peering at her. She nodded faintly. Her throat was dry. "Where's Crowpaw?" She murmured.

Brambleclaw's eyes welled up. "You died for a day, Feathertail. But Crowpaw refused to bury you. We insisted that he do it... He jumped off the top of the waterfall."

Feathertail's mouth fell open. "Crowpaw's-"

"Dead," Brambleclaw finished somberly. Feathertail didn't understand. How could he be dead? Had Silverstream lied to her?

She saw Silverstream stand next to Brambleclaw, but it didn't seem like he could see her. She glanced down at her paws. Feathertail saw four kits, each with stars in their pelts. 

Her eyes widened as she realized what it meant. 

She was carrying Crowpaw's kits. 

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