WARRIOR CATS
Secret Stories
Part One
Love and loss
Cinderpelt's Pain
Ashfur's Heartache
Feathertail's Final Thoughts
Part two
Stories from Starclan
The Chase
The Return
After so Long
Love
Part three
Pain
Part one
Cinderpelt's Pain
As the monster sped closer Cinderpaw froze. And then it hit her. A hot searing pain like nothing she had ever experienced before burned through her leg. She let out a yowl of pain. Her vision started to go black. No! Starclan please! Don't let me die! In the blackness three little figures appeared. One a small gray she-cat like herself, with Fireheart's gentle green eyes. A large bulky tom cat with her blue eyes and Fireheart's fiery ginger pelt stood beside her. The last, another she-cat with piercing blind blue eyes and ginger fur with gray patches. Three names sounded in her head. Smokeykit. Emberkit. And Spottedkit. Animage flashed in her saw herself, older as a warrior, no a queen, lying in the nursery. The three kits she saw were suckling at her belly. They must be mine! She thought. Then a ginger tom walked into the nursery and sat beside her, looking at the kits proudly. Fireheart! Firehearts my mate! So those are our kits! She thought excitedly.
"How are they? How are you?" he asked her. "We're all fine Fireheart. Stop worrying so much. I've thought of some names for them. Smokeykit for the gray she-cat. Emberkit for the tom. And Spottedkit for the ginger and gray she-cat. Do you like those names?" she asked. Fireheart purred "Yes. I love them. Our kits are beautiful." He replied. The nursery started to fade around her. Fireheart and the kits faded away to. Even the image of herself as a full grown cat began to fade. "NO! Starclan please don't let this happen! Don't take my kits away! PLEASE!" she wailed. Her kits stood before her once more in the darkness. They're images became duller and duller. But beside them to other kits grew brighter and brighter. Both were she-cats. One a ginger fluffy tailed cat with Fireheart's green eyes. The other was a tabby and white she-cat also with Fireheart's eyes.
Tears streamed down her face as she watched her kits fade to nothing but a faint glimmer of stars in the darkness. "NOOOOOOO!" Cinderpaw let out another grief stricken wail. "Hush now dear one." Cinderpaw looked up as a soft voice whispered beside her. "L-L-Lionheart! Have you come to take me to Starclan? Am I dying? Is that why my kits and Fireheart faded away?" she asked half sobbing. The fluffy golden warrior's eyes swam with pity, regret and deep sadness. "No you will live.", he meowed deeply, "But you… will never have kits. And you will never be a warrior or have a mate. I… I'm so sorry Cinderpaw. Your destiny has changed forever." Blackness engulfed her completely as she fell into unconsciousness.
Cinderpelt woke up in her nest. She kept reliving that day over and over again in her dreams. "Are you ok Cinderpelt?" A scratchy meow sounded from a boulder and a ragged dark gray she-cat padded out. "Yes I'm fine Yellowfang. I'm sorry I woke you." She replied. Yellowfang looked at her compassion in her gaze. The cranky old cat rarely showed affection. "I wasn't born yesterday you know. I can tell something is bothering you. Tell me." There was no use in trying to fool her mentor. Cinderpelt scuffled her paws in the ground. "Alright, you win I'll tell you…." She began to describe how she kept reliving the day she was crippled by the monster in her dreams. Yellowfang nodded. "I see. If you had been a warrior you could have had Fireheart's kits. I know what it feels like to have to give up something you love. When I found out I had to be a medicine cat I had to give up someone I loved to. It was difficult, but in the end I accepted it.", she replied, "I'm so sorry you have to go through it to."
Cinderpelt gazed up at the stars. I'm so sorry my little ones. I'll always remember you. It's my fault you won't exist, but I know you would have been great cats. I will always love you. And I will never forgive myself for what I did to you.
Her three kits appeared to her again, full grown this time. Emberkit stood with his head held high with the authority of a leader. Emberstar. Smokeykitstood beside him. She also stood with authority, as Emberstar's deputy. Smokeyflower. Spottedkit stood beside them. Gently sorting herbs and caring for cats. She served as their medicine cat. Spottedfur. They looked at her with such warmth and love. "I'm so sorry." She whispered. They padded over to her. "Don't be mother." Mewed Emberstar. "We came from another future to see you and ease your grief." Murmured Smokeyflower. "Yes. And we still live in that other future. We wish it could have been yours to, but do not despair it was not your fault." Spottedfur added. Tears poured down her face. Her kits wove around her. "We love you." They purred as they faded to a faint glimmer of star-shine. "Good-bye. I Love you to my dear ones." She said softly.
Yellowfang looked at her with love, as if Cinderpelt were her own kit. "I think those dreams will stop now." She mewed. Cinderpelt looked at her surprised. "You saw them to?," she paused, "Weren't they wonderful?" she asked. Yellowfang purred. "Yes, now get some sleep. We have to collect herbs in the mourning." Cinderpelt laid down and closed her eyes, a smile spread across her face. Her dreams were filled with her kits frolicking. But these did not sadden her. Every cat in the clan is now my kit.