"They say...Every good story must have had some tragedy tied to it. After all...how could something be good unless they've experienced it's counterpart? Well young ones, I have a story for you. One full of death...full of blood ...and full of hate, there was no happiness in this story. From start to finish, i'll tell you about a cat who lived by what they thought was right, how they thought they could have it all but ended with what they didn't realize they needed. Let me tell you...about Sharpscreech of Skyclan."
"Like any story...let's start at the beginning."
"Push Scarlet! You only have one more to go." A soft, female voice cut above the screams that filled the air, the pain was unlike anything that the apparent Scarlet had felt before. It was like she was being ripped in two. As wave after wave of pain hit her, Scarlet felt herself weakening. No! I have to make it! For my kits! She tried to tell herself, but it didn't help with every moment she could feel herself getting weaker and weaker. In what strength she had left she managed to move her head to look at her first born, a tom.
"S-Stag... His n-name is…Stag." She choked out as another scream left her, leaving her throat raw and sore and soon the second kit was born. With watery eyes she tried to look but she heard the words that haunted her.
Stillborn.
"No…."She rasped out with a sob, not even having the energy to cry as the pain flared up again. She couldn't pay attention to the physical pain...When the pain her heart felt made it as if she was being torn apart on the inside too. As her time grew short, she felt relief for the final time. As her last kit had been pushed out and she nearly cried hearing that it was alive….A healthy she-kit. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up gritting her teeth in pain as she could feel her time approaching.
I'll be with them...my sweet… I'm so sorry, please forgive me
Even she knew, if that kit had been born alive she would still die. Her last kit had caused her to hemorrhage and she was dying from blood loss. She looked directly at her she-kit and gasped. Flashes passed her vision and she sputtered. "D-death...Blood…..Hate!" She managed to cry out. The healer stopped and looked at the mother, her heart racing.
W-was that an omen? I-I need to tell Clare! She looked over at the curious apprentice who offered to help, she winced at the look of horror that crossed his face.
"Now isn't the time for gawking Dragon! Go get Clare!" She ordered and the tom looked up, fear in his eyes. "R-right Song." He stammered with a shaky nod and bolted off. Shouting for Clare. The she-cat Song looked back, ears flattening as she began to frantically trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use. She was forced to watch Scarlet's eyes fade as she stared at her she-kit in both fear and sadness.
"I'm s-so sorry….B-Bailey.." The mother whispered softly to her she-kit, confusing Song yet the healer bowed her head sadly for the queen. Hearing her take her final breath.
Death, blood and hate….What does this mean Starclan?
"Wait, hold up miss! I thought you were telling us about a Skyclan cat?" A confused tom kit piped up, making the starry furred she-cat blink at being interrupted.
Another little kit perked up as well, "yeah, why are you telling us about the ripper cat?" She shivered and the older cat chuckled at the kits, smirking as she looked at them both.
"I know what I said Tigerkit, Havenkit, now hush and listen."