Cats screeched. Bodies fell. The clans were ruined.
"Come on!" Fawnspots yelled at Lilypetal as the fighting raged outside the nursery.
"I can't just leave our clan!" Lilypetal wailed, wrapping her three small kits around her tail.
"Would you rather stay and have you and your kits die? Or would you rather live and run?" Fawnspots hissed, jumping at anyone screech of pain outside.
"F-fine." Lilypetal said picking up two of the kits. I picked up the other, a smoky gray tom.
"On three." Fawnspots said "One…Two…. THREE!" And with that they ran. They ran as if Starclan depended on it.
Then there was a wail behind her. She turn and cried at the sight of Lilypetal laying on the ground in a pool of blood, a dark brown attacker dealing more strikes.
She put the kit down and leaped onto the cat. She clawed with all her might until she her the tom screech, then she let him go, racing into the forest.
"Fawnspots…." Lilypetal whispered, her gray pelt almost completely red.
She ran up to Lilypetal, sorrow almost drowning her. "Yeah?"
"The…The wounds are too deep… P-Please take good care of the kits for me." Lilypetal softly meowed.
She looked at the kits in sadness.
"W-Would you name them with me?" Lilypetal meowed, some happiness in her mew. She nodded.
"The…The white kit should be Snowkit." She said, while Lilypetal nodded.
"The pale gray should be Petalkit." She said, deciding not to name her Lilykit. Lilypetal purred. There was only one kit left, the dark gray one.
"The dark gray kit should be Stormkit. Just because the clan won't live on, doesn't mean it's legacy can't." Lilypetal meowed, her voice becoming weaker.
"Thank you Fawnspots. You were always my best friend… Go past the moor, you should be safe there…and t-tell my kits what happened when you think they're ready… Also, tell them I really… love…them…." Her voice faded completely and her eyes glazed over.
Fawnspots held back a sob as she pick up the three kits by the scruffs and ran out of Stormclan. Forever.