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Prologue

Seaforest's POV

As I wash my swelling belly, a stab of pity hits me. These kits aren't supposed to be born. "Don't worry my dears. I promise you that no one will ever know."

But they won't know I'm their mother either.

I cringe as a sharp pain hits my stomach. I eat my herbs in the cold, damp tree hollow I'm hiding in. "Here you come, dears." I yelp. "I'm sorry for what you will go through."

My heart glows with pride and love as I watch my four kits wriggle by my belly. I have already decided their names. The tom with white fur and black patches is Splatterkit. The tom with white fur and gray patches is Stormkit. The she-kit with white fur and orange patches is Leafkit. And the she-kit with white fur and brown patches is Melodykit. It's interesting that they all have white fur with patches. I chuckle for a second and look back down at the kits. I could stay here with them for a few days, and right before their eyes open, I go back to camp. I will alert Pondstar that I found four kits in the forest, and with me being whimsical, I named them because I could never have kits and I wanted to see what it would feel like. They would believe me.

They'd have to. For the kit's sake.

After a few days, the kits had became slightly bigger. It hurt my heart when I ran to camp, milk already dried up, and told Pondstar what I 'found'. Pondstar sent Deerleap, Slashburn, and Froggynose to get the kits. I offered to carry them all, mostly because I didn't want them to get hurt by the warrior's killing claws. They laughed and I laughed along with them, only softer. I wanted to just love the kits until I couldn't love them any longer. But I couldn't. I had to hide it. I picked up Stormkit after saying the names to the Warriors. They smiled at the names, as if they fit the kits well. I had hoped they would.

Once I got to camp, Daisyfur offered to take them. She was kind and compassionate with her newborns, so they would be in good paws.

As I turned my back on the patched kits, my heart seemed to break in two. I dragged myself to the Medicine Cat Den and I didn't eat for days. Then I realized I had to stay strong so I could see the kits grow up.

I nursed myself back to health and I visited Daisyfur everyday. When she offered for me to wash them, I quickly pulled them all to me and washed them all. Once I finished, Daisyfur smiled. I shrugged. "You have Foxkit and Bravekit to wash." Then I hurried out.

The long days in the Medicine Cat Den seemed longer without my kits. Every once in a while, Pondstar would visit me and talk to me. She would ask if I was sick, or if I was depressed somehow. I just always said I wasn't.

All I ever wished was that my kits would grow up well, and maybe one would take interest in herbs. Oh, how wonderful that would be. Just us. Together. Saving lives.

But that wouldn't be ideal.

Every night I pray to Starclan not to take my kits from me. Not to kill them. I had done the ultimate for my clan, and I had done the worst for my only kin left.

Please watch over Splatterkit, Stormkit, Leafkit, and Melodykit. Don't kill them young. Kill me instead. Do anything to keep them alive. Please watch their paths, for if they take one wrong step, one mistake, their paths would be broken.

Oooh! Cliff Hanger! See you next update!