"NO!" the pale brown queen shouted.
She let out a call of agony and grief. Her cries grew louder and louder. Soon the entire clan could hear her pitiful wails. The cries and moans continued, it soon became unbearable to listen to her miserable screams. The queen eventually collapsed and began to quietly sob.
"Please, Starclan, don't do this" she whispered in between sobs "You took my mate; you took two of my kits. Please, don't take my last one" .
She looked up at her kit hoping her begging would bring him to life. But she was disappointed to see his cold, lifeless body sprawled out in the nest. She stared at him for a moment feeling like she was in a dream, like she would wake up at any moment. Her delusion soon left her mind and she let out another cry of sorrow and anguish.
It took the rest of the day and the night for the queen to finally move. In that time, all emotion had been wiped from her face. She no longer felt like continuing, she felt like there was no point. All that had mattered in her life was her kits.
She got up went to her dead kit's nest. She slipped beside him. She carefully and slowly wrapped her tail around. She moved gently and carefully, like he was sleeping and not in Starclan. She curled up beside her dead son and slowly fell asleep.
Sunstar gathered his three remaining warriors around him. "We have lost another two lives to the black cough, Grasskit and Aspenfall" he said to his warrior, his voice full of sadness.
"Aspenfall?" One of Sunstar's warriors, Dustnose, asked "She wasn't affected by the disease."
Sunstar shook his head "No she wasn't, but she wasn't careful. She slept with her dead son."
Everyone grew quiet, holding somewhat of a small vigil.
"I think that it's obvious that Duskclan can't overcome this disease" Sunstar continued "There are only four of us left and infected dead bodies everywhere. It is clear that, we too, will get infected if we stay here any longer. I suggest the three of you leave".
A black tom warrior nodded then left without a word, but Dustnose and his mate, Willowfrost, stayed by Sunstar's side.
"What about you Sunstar?" Willowfrost asked.
"I will stay and die with my clan. Duskclan has seen its demise, goodbye you two"
Willowfrost opened her mouth to object but Dustnose stopped her and lead her out of the camp.
And so, the mates left the camp but they stayed in Duskclan's pine forest. They made their home next to a creek and Willowfrost gave birth to Dustnose's son. They named him Duskkit, both refusing to give him a rogue name. The kit had his father dark gray pelt and his mothers blazing amber eyes. They raised him to follow the warrior code, in hope that one day they could all go back to their clan. The son was eventually given his warrior name, Duskflame. The small family tried their hardest to rebuild the lost clan but to no avail. One day during a storm, Willowfrost and Dustnose were crushed by a tree. Leaving Duskflame alone and with the hardest task imaginable:
Rebuilding Duskclan.
Sorry this chapter is short. Later chapters will be much longer, I promise.