The moon shined down into a stone hollow, illuminating the camp of mourning cats below. In the center of camp lay a blue molly, her clanmates surrounding her. One by one they approached the body and touched their noses to her flank, murmuring tearful goodbyes before padding to their dens. Those that were closest to her sat vigil well into the night until they too went to rest up for the morning to come. Only one tom remained, his pale gray form hunched over the molly's body. From the opening of the warrior's den came a white and black molly who sat next to him, gently nosing his shoulder.

"You need your rest Fogcloud," she said quietly. "Bluestorm is watching over us now in Starclan."

"I can't believe she's gone. She was so…full of life," Fogcloud whispered. "What will I do without her, Badgerfang?" He slumped into her side, seeming to lose what little strength was holding him up. Badgerfang licked behind his ear, steadying her paws to support the added weight of her mate. "Her memory will always live on inside your heart, but now you need to focus on helping to take care of her son. You're the only family he has left." Fogcloud turned his head towards the nursery where the cries of kits were the only sound that pierced the night, before heaving himself off his mate with great effort. Nodding to her in acceptance, he wordlessly turned to walk towards the Warriors den, grief weighing down his paws. Badgerfang followed closely behind until the two disappeared behind the thorn bush leading to the Warriors den.

Unknown to the two, a pair of acid green eyes had watched the entire exchange. Those piercing eyes belonged to a regal looking tortoiseshell encased in the shadow of the Highledge who radiated power and intellect. Slipping out of the nursery, a long furred golden molly approached the cat and sat next to her. Neither cat said a word, both gazing at Bluestorm. The tortoiseshell slowly turned her head towards the other molly next to her.

"How are the other queens faring?" she asked. The golden molly released a small sigh.

"All of them are doing well, surprisingly. Petalheart has taken in Bluestorm's son with her other two kits which is a huge relief."

"Good, we already suffered one loss today. Let us not lose her son as well," the tortoiseshell replied, returning her gaze to Bluestorm. The golden molly gazed up towards the sky where Silver Pelt dwelled, the stars reflected in her amber eyes. A moment of silence sat between the two before the golden molly murmured, "Four queens all giving birth at the same time, each with small litters and one leaving her son behind to join Starclan. What could this mean Poppystar? Is Starclan trying to show us something?" Without taking her eyes off Bluestorm's body Poppystar replied, "Who knows? Maybe this is the price to pay for the potential of so many new warriors. But if Starclan has not spoken to you, then it may just be an unfortunate accident." The dignified leader then rose gracefully to her paws and walked over to press her nose into Bluestorm's flank. The golden molly joined her and did the same, whispering her goodbyes. Before padding away, Poppystar instructed the golden molly, "Get some rest Goldenleaf, for we must be ready to ensure the clan stays strong and healthy." With that, the two mollies turned away from each other, heading in opposite directions. Goldenleaf slipped into the Medicine den while Poppystar headed towards the Elder's Den where the elders were waiting to discuss the burial of Bluestorm. Little did any of them know, this was only the start of things to come.

Thanks for taking the time to reading this story, feedback is very much appreciated! It's definitely a work in progress and I'll try my hardest to have regular updates. Also, sorry about the bland summary but I just have no idea how to summarize this whole thing lol

Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter, all I own is the characters and plot of this story.