If Heaven Is As Heaven Does

[LupTacco]

Twigs, in soft green vine entangled;
The gale dancing among the stones;
The still lake held in mossy grotto old;
Clay, in caves deeper than bones;
Together the four bind the forest as one,
Together the four ensure peace has won.

~._{★★★★}_.~

This was the message received by each of the four medicine cats together one night very recently, a message Daisypetals passed on to Bearstar once her children were born. They are a few days old now, and the prophecy must be set in motion.

A storm heaved above, white lightning clashing overhead with ominous thunder. It felt almost as if StarClan itself was trying to tell her to go back- but she knew better. This was StarClan ensuring she was not followed, that only the flat-eared tom in front of her would know the truth. Back in camp, two of her kits were nestled safe and sound in a special nest hidden in the leader's den, but bundled in warm moss for travel, two in her own jaws and one in his, three more kits were destined for travel. The fuzzy tail that brushed her nose was her primary navigating tool, the already dim lighting distressingly dark to her. If she wasn't afraid she was going half-mad, she'd think her eyesight actually got just a little better when she'd grown cold and still after delivering her kits to the world. A pitiful mewl from the fuzzy bundles in her jaws stung at her heart and her ears. Not much further, not much longer...

They pulled up together by the furthest corner of MistClan territory, where the four clans nearly intersected- a tiny breach of territory rules was to be allowed just this once. Nestling herself under a tree, she set her two kits down and took the one from Daisypetals, allowing them to warm up and feed for a bit as they waited. There were sure to be questions, concerns, perhaps even outrage. But she was doing what she had to- wasn't she? She hoped for her own sake as well as the lives of three of her kits that the others would arrive, and soon. The downpour only seemed to be getting stronger.

tags;; all med cats(Daisypetals[gingersnapsdacat], Shadowfall[Broadwaykat], Lilydawn[Mama], Cedarleap[GnawingOnIce], and possibly also the other leaders(Brackenstar[sabs], Rookstar[KingHarry], Screechstar[Ava]).

[gingersnapsdacat]

Once again, Daisypetals had found himself trapped in a moment of sworn secrecy, bound by duty and friendship to conceal the truth from the clans. Once again, he was carrying a helpless kitten, fully aware that he and the kittens mother would be the only ones who could ever know who they really were. He even doubted that his fellow medicine cats, despite having recieved the prophecy, would truly understand its meaning. Even if they had been able to decipher it, Daisypetals knew that it would not be the same.
But Daisypetals had been there beside BearStar when the kittens were born. He had watched, terrified, as her body went still and cold, broken by the birth of her five kittens. He had held them, tried to keep them warm, until their mother could regain life. He had tried to comfort them, despite his fears that BearStar would not wake. He had been at her side while she gave each kitten a name, each of them falling into their place in the prophecy.
Daisypetals thought of his own precios kin, each of whom had just recieved their names. Had it not been for the understanding of BearStar and Frostfall, they all would have grown up fatherless, not knowing that the cat who had sired them was there within their own camp. And he would have had to watch them, never able to reveal the truth. Now, he was placing these three kittens into the same situation. They would grow up in seperate clans, never knowing who they really were. As for Lakekit and Robinkit, they would never understand what their mother had to do, giving up their siblings. Perhaps one day they would discover their destiny, but until that day, the flat-eared medicine cat had to stay silent.
Daisypetals stopped, knowing that he had reached his destination. He waited for his leader to lie down, before he brought the kit he was holding over to her side. The kit let out a little mewl of protest, displeased to be on the cold and wet ground, but it quickly found warmth, snuggling up to its mother's side.

[Broadwaykat]

While of course he would do anything he could to serve his tribe, or rather his newfound clan, Shadowfall was beginning to feel like those ancestors of theirs was beginning to put their paws in and meddle in his mind when he'd much rather them butt out. Gone it seemed where the days that he had some sort of autonomy about his life, and the sweet dreams of hunting and patrolling that had populated his sleep for ears. No, no ever leaf wasn't just a leaf, it was a Sign with a capital 'S'. They told him WHO he was to train. WHERE he was to go. And WHAT he was to do. His life, and especially his sleep, was no longer his own.

So he was admittedly not in the best of spirits when - yet again - he was guided to a particular time and place. It didn't helped that, speaking with Screechstar, the young tom had thought it best that Shadowfall answer this meeting on his own. Their peace of the clans was still a tentative one; the wounds of past battles still to fresh for everyone to be too comfortable with one another. Even as he crept through the shadows to their supposed neutral meeting spot, he found himself looking over his shoulder more often than one would during a strictly 'peaceful' stroll; assuming that perhaps this was some sort of big cosmic joke leading him to an ambush.

Well, he supposed - if it was, then it would only be his head on the line. It was what he had offered to serve his clan for, after all. Better he be the lone casualty than have them lost once more without spiritual guidance AND a leader. He slid silently into the clearing, his green eyes narrowed as he surveyed the cats already gathered there.

Both of the Mistclan cats to him seemed ridiculously large - although of course then he was likely to seem as strangely skeletal. Daisypetals, in particular, was a cat whom he saw as more fluff than substance; but that was likely why he was a Medicine Cat, now, wasn't it. What caught his eye in particular, though, were the smaller bundles in their presence. It had not exactly been clear as to what their ancestor's messages had meant at first - rather than mentioning a seemingly random collection of elements, but he was beginning to get an...idea.

"Still a bit young for them to be out, aren't they?" He asked. Of course, they had been forced to travel with kits who were barely days old - but then they had no home to return too. Was this some sort of common occurrence with clan cats; trotting out unweaned kits to show off on their borders?