Warriors: The New Prophecy #2: Moonrise

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Erin Hunter’s #1 nationally bestselling Warriors series continues with the second book in the New Prophecy series!

The second book in this second series, Warriors: The New Prophecy #2: Moonrise, brings more adventure, intrigue, and thrilling battles to the epic world of the warrior Clans.

Moons have passed since six cats set out on a journey to save their Clans. Now they are traveling home again, but on their way through the mountains, they meet a tribe of wild cats with a secret…and their own mysterious prophecy to fulfill.

In the forest, Firestar and Leafpaw watch ThunderClan’s world crumbling around them. Will the questing cats make it back in time to save the Clans, or will they be too late?

Kids & Young Adults
MacLeod Andrews
hr min
June 4

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Part 2 of Chapter 5 of Ivywhisker’s Truth!

Unbelievable pain, Mooncloud’s paws on her stomach, a stick between her teeth. Pushing and pushing, pain, pain until three beautiful kits lay beside her stomach, hungry and out at last. One was a dark gray tom, one a white tom, and the last a white and black she-cat. They wriggled up to her belly along with Mooncloud’s kits, the medicine cat standing back, eating the borage that she had gathered to dry up her milk. Ivywhisker felt bad for her. Mooncloud’s kits would never know that she was their mother, but one look at the young black and white she-cat and she realized that that was all the medicine cat wanted. Mooncloud had probably never wanted to have kits and raise them without a mate in the first place. There was a reason that she had chosen to be a medicine cat.
“StarClan has truly blessed us. Our kits born minutes apart? That’s more than a coincidence, Ivywhisker. That’s StarClan helping us.”
“Do you want to name your kits?”
“…you’d better.”
Ivywhisker looked at the tiny kits. Her daughters and sons. The dark gray kit was definitely Smokekit. His white brother and black-and-white sister were Mossykit and Alderkit, after her deceased parents, Mossyleap and Aldertail. Mooncloud’s (•no, my•) kits should be… Mudkit, the brown tom with a white paw, and Dawnkit, a white she-kit with a black tail tip, flash on chest, ears, paws, and tiny spots. Only time would tell if the kits had inherited Mooncloud’s green and blue eyes, but Smokefall’s eyes had been blue and hers were green. Hopefully it would be easy to explain.
The walk back to the camp was a short one. Ivywhisker’s new kits mewled the whole time. She and Mooncloud picked them up by the scruffs of their necks and carried them the whole way. When they returned to the camp, she was questioned by several cats.
“I had no idea that you were carrying kits, Ivywhisker! Who’s the father?” Ivywhisker was pretty sure that she was telling the truth. She suspected that cats around camp had been thinking that she was just getting fat after moping around for so long after Smokefall’s death.
“Smokefall.” It was obvious from the kits’ pelts.
“Did you kit all by yourself?”
“Mooncloud heard me and helped. It was a miracle sent by StarClan themselves.”
Nearby, Skymoon’s eyes shone with tears.
“My kit will live on in his kits. Thank you for telling me, Ivywhisker. It really means a lot to me.”
Blazegem stood off to the side by his young kits, head bowed. Ivywhisker set Dawnkit, Mossykit, and Smokekit down next to Mooncloud and went to comfort him. His mate and her sister, Dawnthorn, had died from the leafbare cold along with Darlingkit and Nicklekit’s brother, Winterkit. She felt a slight rush of anger and sadness (•he had been out hunting he should have stayed and kept her warm maybe she would have lived…•) but squashed it down. He was still in mourning nearly two moons later. In fact, the two kits had been named because of their mother’s last wish, whispering “Darlingkit and Nicklekit,” before she froze completely to death. Ivywhisker shook off the memory. At three moons old, it was unknown who would nurse them, but they were eating little bits of mouse. She realized that she would probably nurse them, and then pregnant Needlepine.
“Your mate’s memory will live on. I named that kit Dawnkit, for her.” she reassured him. “I share all of your sadness. Remember, she was my sister. My littermate.”
“For her,” Blazegem repeated. “for her.”
Darlingkit and Nickelkit mewled at him.
“Alright, alright, alright. We’re going inside.” This last comment was directed at Ivywhisker. “And you should too,” he added.
He was right, of course. Ivywhisker walked over to where Mooncloud was curled around the kits to keep them safe. She pushed her muzzle into the young she-cat’s fur, reassuring her.
“Do you want to help me carry these kits into the nursery? They’re a handful. I’m not sure that I can do it by myself.”
“Of course,” Mooncloud murmured. She picked up Dawnkit, Alderkit, and Mudkit, tucking them safely against her chest fur. They padded to the nursery. It was a pretty full space, what with Needlepine and her four kits, Lonelysong expecting, and now the large number of five little ones, plus her. At least it would be cozy and warm in leaf-bare. Not that leaf-bare was coming soon. It was still the middle of greenleaf.
Ivywhisker settled down on a free nest, and tucked her kits into the curve of her belly. They squirmed towards food, suckling milk as she laid down her head. •This mother business is exhausting work,• she thought as she drifted off to sleep with her kits around her and a sense of peace in the air.

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