Warrior Cats: Leafpool's Wish Rewritten.

Using her tail, Leafpool brushed aside the last of the leaf wraps and after wandering out from the Herb store, she surprised to find herself with nothing else to do. Just standing there idly for a moment. Thinking hard on something she'd missed. Yet she couldn't. She had; checked up on the separate dens, counted all the seeds and preserved every herb. And it wasn't like she could go into the territory to gather even more herbs, it would be a waste, as the plants needed to be left alone to grow for future seasons. The Catmint stock especially plentiful, any attempt greencough made to sprout up in the Clan again, had swiftly been taken care of.

Realising this wasn't normal in the slightest. Even Lone Medicine cats in the middle of leafbare, had some free time to spare. Crouching down on the hard floor, Leafpool gazed round the cave. For a moment, she considered going back to her nest, but quickly decided against it. All she'd done recently was work and sleep. Not having shared tongues or have a friendly conversation in days.

This had become her unspoken prison, forcing herself to stay within the grey walls for as long as possible. Desperately needing to avoid her Clanmates to stop the detection of the kits growing inside her. Reaching to her paws, Leafpool began to pace against the back wall while in her thoughts.

It had been four sunrises since the Moonpool meeting, where the exposure of her pregnancy really should have happened by now. Usually, by a half-moon in, which Leafpool was roughly now, the pregnant belly would be visibly swollen enough for keen eyes to notice. Experienced Queens like Daisy and Ferncloud should of definitely noticed at the very least. Yet they hadn't.

To most cats in her situation, this would of been a good thing. Nobody suspects a thing. But Leafpool's Medical knowledge told her to know better. It was the opposite problem now. No longer was the threat coming from outside but inside. The Algae had done a remarkable job keeping her stomach down. Besides from becoming more solid, it had actually reduced the size. However, now Leafpool feared for the development of her litter, not having enough room to properly grow if she continued to halt the natural processes.

Worse, Leafpool had to make-do with even smaller shares of prey then she'd usually get for Leaf-Bare, needing to sacrifice it to plump up Squirrelflight. Which was starting to take effect, her sister having gained more fat around the belly. Which to the sisters' relief, had shattered the slightest chance of doubt from everyone about Squirrelflight's pregnancy.

Besides from Goldenflower, Leafpool was the thinnest cat in the Clan. And even that was being challenged. Like an owl spying for prey, Leafpool watched as her Clanmates went about their business, seemly her new hobby now.

Outside the Elder's den, Mousefur was daring Longtail to taste Goldenflower's frog, the blind tom adamantly refusing. Even if the slimy prey could only be enjoyed by Shadowclan cats, since it meant the difference between life and death, Goldenflower had happily taken the meal. Every hunting patrol Brambleclaw led, had been working overtime on that one small marsh patch, to simply bring back a single frog or two.

Since it was Leafbare, any prey like frogs and lizards were rare, needing to find their hibernation spots, which was harder said than done. Unclear on just how longer Thunderclan's only marsh could provide a steady supply of eatable prey for Goldenflower. For once though, it had allowed

Brambleclaw to finally relax, taking back his apprentice's training from Brightheart.

The cream tom, Berrypaw bounced eagerly after the brown tabby, as they joined the other mentors and apprentices gathering around the entrance for the later Training session. Even Molepaw's sisters, Honeypaw and Poppypaw were among the many faces. At last, all of Sorreltail's kin had recovered enough to start regular life again.