Prologue
The dark sky stretched out around the pasture, the silverpelt glittering. A faint breeze whistled through the field, echoing on the grass stalks. A silver she-cat ran up to a black tom sprawled out in a painfully akward postion.
"W-why does this have to be happening to you and not me?" The she-cat cried. Her blood dripping onto the black toms pelt.
"Calm down Mistfur...and stay strong for me...and our kits." The tom meows faintly. His eyes glazed with pain and sadness. "Now go back to camp...and get help for your wounds, you shouldn't have been here fighting in the first place."
Mistfur lays down beside the tom "I will miss you so much...you shouldn't be going to StarClan...you should be in camp...sleeping..." Her voice grows soft with sadness. She looks at him. "I love you so much." She meows quietly. "You were perfect Ashwhisker, I hope all of our kits are like you."
With his last remaining strength Ashwhisker stretches out his neck and presses his muzzle to hers "I had to protect you...and our kits." He licks her muzzle and his head falls to the ground, his body becomes lifeless.
"Have a good journey my love..." Mistfur licks Ashwhisker's muzzle and takes his body back to camp to be mourned, for a safe journey to StarClan.