Sandfall cautiously padded up to Darkclan, Owlspirit doing the same from the other edge of camp. "Stormstar... I-I'll get Blackstar." Sandfall spoke quietly, shocked to see the leader of Darkclan so raggled and bloody, looking so tired. She didn't have to wait to see if this was some sort of ambush, their appearence was enough of a show. Taking off in the direction of Blackstars den, she poked her head inside. "Blackstar... Darkclan are here... They don't look very well. At all. Please come quickly." She explained, her figure outlined by a strike of lightning as it aluminated the sky.
Owlspirit padded up at Stormstar, just as cautiously as Sandfall had done. He shot a look of confusion and slight firmness to Copperpaw, nudging him back with his tail. "Stormstar," he greeted her with a low dip of his head, almost yelling over the raging winds. "What brings you to Brightclan?" Despite his calling over the winds, it didn't seem as if she'd heard him at all. Instead, she was found to be staring at the young, mute apprentice that stood before her.
It was him. It was her child, her son, the thing that had once been her one and only dream. Suddenly there was no more darkness, there was no more lighning, there was no more thunder, there was only her and a newborn kit, a shadow looming behind them...
"My kit... My kit...." Tears sprung up into her storm grey eyes as she stared down at the squirming bundle. "Mommy's so sorry, baby. Mommy is so, so sorry..." Her voice was rasping, choking, as though she were bleeding. The tiny figure opened his mouth, but the sound was completely inaudible. At this, she heaved another sob, pain striking her eyes. He'd think it was because of this. Thats what he'd think, and he'd hate her for it.
"Do it. Do it now, Stormstar." A rough voice sneered behind her, and she gave a yelp as her side was slashed at once again. She could feel the warm liquid running down her fur as the tom spoke once again, "You made my life miserable, now watch me do the same to yours! That kit will die if he is not sent over that border! And now, you can watch the border every day, knowing that your very own son is just across it. Poor, poor Stormstar." The tone was merciless, twisted, scarily joyful in this moment.
"Redstar chose me as deputy! He chose me! That wasn't my fault!" Another sqeak sounded from the leader as her muzzle was shoved into the ground, then yanked back up again. "Please, please just kill me! Maybe Roseclaw will make you deputy, you can get another chance! Just kill me, please, and let him live in Darkclan! Please, kill me..." Her voice was so much tinier then it had ever been, pleading so desperately, but the tom heaved a large, twisted laugh.
"You'd like that, now wouldn't you? Now over the border!" His voice was a deep snarl now, as he shoved his body against hers, sending her and her kit into the side of a tree. Wincing, Stormstar pulled herself to shaky, almost limp legs, with her kit being held gently in her jaws, hanging by the scruff. Wading through the gentle current, only a few short fox-lengths, the walk felt like an enternity that didn't last long enough, her last moments with her moon-old kit...








