Well, hope you guys enjoy. c: Its a bit gruesome, just a warning.

Gleamstar opened her bright orange eyes. Where was she? The medicine cat den? Why? She remembered... Tigerkit had been taken... by Ashfur! She got to her purple paws and raced out of the medicine cat den. She passed two cats, Briarstorm and Jayfeather. But none of that mattered. She had to save her kit.

I'm coming Tigerkit, she thought as she bounded into camp. Crickets chirped as chilly night air whipped Gleamstar's fur. She looked around, and headed into the woods where she had last remembered seeing her kit.

"Tigerkit!" she wailed, her eyes wide. "ASHFUR! GIVE ME MY KIT!" She ran farther, then tripped over a gnarled tree root. She screamed as she fell, her right front leg twisted at an odd angle. Her eyes watered as she looked around, suddenly realizing it was leaf-fall. But it was greenleaf when Tigerkit was taken, Gleamstar thought. She shook her head. What's happening to me?

Morning sun shone in Gleamstar's face. "Oh thank StarClan! Grapevine! You're okay!"

Grapevine? That's not my name, Gleamstar thought looking up. A tortoishell she-cat with blue eyes was racing towards her, her eyes watery.

"Mommy's here," the she-cat wept.

"Dawnsparkle?" Gleamstar croaked, confused.

"No, Duskshine, dearest."

"B-but that's not your name," she whispered quietly. Then in a louder voice she mewed, "My kit. Ashfur has taken my kit."

"Your kit? You don't have kits. And Ashfur has been long dead, Grapevine."

"There," Braiarstorm meowed, patting Gleamstar's broken leg with her paw. "Just rest for a moon or so and it'll heal."

"Thank you, Briarstorm." Gleamstar said, staring at her leg with teary eyes.

"Actually, it's Briarlight, but that's okay." She looked towards the entrance of the cave and shouted, "You can let them in now, Jayfeather!"

Two cats came rushing into the den. "Grapevine! Grapevine!" they yelled, smiling. The flame-colored one purred contentedly while the blue-gray she-cat licked her behind the ears.

"I'm so glad you're okay," cried the flame-colored she-cat.

"I'm fine Flamepaw."

"Um, actually I'm Emberpelt, but, I'm just glad you were found." said her sister.

Gleamstar turned to 'Lakepaw'. "Then I guess you're not Lakepaw," Gleamstar sighed.

"No, I'm Pondlily." answered the blue-gray she-cat.

Gleamstar sighed. "Can I see Jazzsong?"

"Jazzsong? You mean Jaggedclaw? My mate?" asked Pondlily.

"Oh," Gleamstar said in a small voice. "Nevermind."

"We're glad you're finally awake though." Emberpelt said. "You went into a coma after you fell and hit your head on a rock on your first patrol as a warrior. And then you started mumbling weird words in your sleep. 'Kawaii, 'love stick', and 'Firestar I love you'"

"But your here now! And, hopefully life can go back to normal."

It won't, Gleamstar thought, looking at the happy faces of her sisters.

Gleamstar's eyes watered. What had happened to her reality? Where were her kits? Her Jazzie? Her friends?

Where was her perfect life? Being the chosen one? She closed her eyes. Her kits were gone so was everything she knew. Her reality was shattered. Her life devastated. She had nothing.

I want to die, she thought, closing her eyes. She unsheathed her claws and pressed them to her neck.

Goodbye.

I'm coming Jazzsong.

I'm coming.

She jammed her claws into her neck, feeling the blood bubble around her paw. Then the blackness engulfed her, and her shattered reality and devastated life were gone.