Since Nightwing is never mentioned, I decided to write a fanfic about her.

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By the way, I don't own warriors.

It was cold, miserable and no cat wanted to be in this position. We had been journeying for what felt like moons. But still we walked on, however tired and hungry we were.

I was walking behind Russetfur, my sister, and Smokepaw, My son. My kit. We approached a narrow, dangerous ledge. "Carry the kits!" Blackstar, my mate and our leader called. His cry echoed of the mountains, making an eerie sound.

The ledge followed the curve of the hill, climbing upwards towards a narrow pass between two of the mountains. I shivered, it was absolutely freezing. What happened next is and was almost too hard to comprehend.

The rock that Smokepaw was standing on broke of and fell into the deep, dark nothingness of the abyss. Smokepaw let out a yowl as he desperately tried to hold on. I tried to lunge forward but Russetfur did instead, trying in vain to save her nephew. But it didn't work. Her extra weight just dislodged more rock. Russetfur jumped back, only just managing to save her own life as Smokepaw plummeted into the abyss, twisting violently as he did.

I lunged forward not thinking of my own life but my kit's. "Smokepaw!" I yowled desperately, though I knew I was to late. I leaned dangerously close to the edge, the blood roaring in my ears. He can't be dead, he can't be! I thought, but I knew he was.

Then I heard a cry. "Get back!" It was Stormfur of RiverClan. He yanked me back on the ledge. I put up no resistance; as it was futile. My kit was dead.

All the cats stared, frozen in horror. Blackstar leaned over the edge. "There's nothing we can do." He mewed. "We have to keep going."

I stared in horror at my mate. "You're going to leave him?" I wailed, distraught. Blackstar looked at me, his amber eyes full of sorrow. "He won't have survived that fall." He meowed softly. He gently touched my flank with his nose. "I'm sorry Nightwing, ShadowClan won't forget Smokepaw; I promise."

So it was that I continued the journey with heavy paws and my body racked with spasms of grief. I couldn't believe my son was dead. The tribe cats eventually found us, the scrawny mountain-dwelling lot.

That night I lay in the nest I shared with Blackstar. My dreams plagued with images of Smokepaw. My son, my kit, I will never forget him.

My life was miserable from there on, Blackstar and I slowly growing apart. Within a few moons we weren't mates anymore.

Then something happened. Snowbird gave birth to a litter of kits. Then, she named one after my lost kit, Smokepaw. Smokekit eventually became Smokefoot, a warrior ShadowClan should be proud of.

But, to this day, I have never forgotten my lost kit, the real Smokepaw, lost in the mountains all those moons ago.

Then one day, I joined StarClan. I didn't want to die, but I did eventually, of greencough, it was an interesting felling, travelling from one life to the next. I felt very cold, then fell asleep, and when I woke up I was surrounded by cats with stars in their fur, my warrior ancestors.

However much I was curious, there was only one cat I was looking for I scanned the crowd of cats, some familiar, some not, until I found him.

Sitting there, perfectly plump and well-groomed, not the scrawny apprentice I knew. "Smokepaw." I whispered. He dipped his head respectively. "Mother." He said, his voice and his words making him sound older and wiser than he was. "Mother," he whispered. "I've missed you."