Author's note:
This is my first story, and it probably isn't very good, but I hope you enjoy anyway!
Dawnfur slunk sadly through the trees, the foggy night sky seeming to taunt her. She was half-certain that she could see the faces of the cats she was leaving behind. Not like any of them were worth remembering, why else would she leave that forsaken clan. She could forget her mate, who'd left her as soon as he'd found out she couldn't have kits, the spoiled cat that had replaced her only because she could give Fogstripe what Dawnfur couldn't. She broke into a sprint, hoping to leave it all behind, and to get out of Riverclan territory as soon as possible. She'd been running for what seemed like moons, when she came upon a clearing filled with dew soaked grass. Exhausted by her run, she collapsed into the grass, panting heavily. She couldn't tell how long she'd lain there, before she heard faint pawsteps. She lifted her head to see a cat emerging from the fog, eyes shut. She leapt up, in case this stranger was hostile, but the black she-cat didn't seem to notice or care...
Because her eyes were shut tight.
"Who are you?" Dawnfur mewed harshly. The strange cat purred oddly seeming as if something were caught in her throat. "My name is Nightscale. Now, Dawnfur what brings you here, so far from Riverclan?" Her mew was throaty, and wet sounding, like a cough. "H-how do you know my name?" Dawnfur squeaked, trying to remain composure, although Nightscale's apparent omnipotence shocked her. "I know quite a bit you'll find young queen.. quite a bit. For instance, I know why you left Riverclan. You're so sad that you can't be a mother, that your mate left you, that he'd already moved on... But I can help you." The odd she cat let out her damp mew, never once opening her eyes. "Can I trust you, "Nightscale"?"Dawnfur growled. Nightscale only gave a nod in response, padding ever so slowly towards Dawnfur, who was conflicted. Should she trust Nightscale? Or should she run away from the strange cat? Her desire for motherhood far outweighed her worries, and despite her fears, she said "Yes."
Dawnfur wasn't sure how it happened, but whatever Nightscale had done, worked. She'd returned to Riverclan, and as expected, no one noticed that she'd left. Dawnfur returned to her warrior duties, and slowly but surely, her belly began to swell. She'd seen Fernclaw who'd confirmed, shocked, that Dawnfur was indeed expecting kits. And her she was, three kits at her belly, two still born and unmoving, but the third squealed and squirmed, full of life. Dawnfur named her Wishkit, for a wish come true.