My name is Silverfern. I am here to tell you the story of my daughter, Dewrose.
Dewpaw woke up in the frost apprentices' den and immediately sprang to her paws. Today is the day I become an assassin!
"Let all cats old enough to kill their target gather to hear my words. We have a Frostpaw to name! As you all know, the three crimes; Frost Assassins, Flame Thieves, and the Mist Stalkers have lived together in peace for a long time. But remember the rule. No one falls in love with cats from other crimes." Well, it's probably a good thing I didn't tell father about Shadefoot then. He still wants to enforce the rules. "Dewpaw, please step forward. It is time to give you your assassin name. Dewpaw, from this day on you will be known as Dewrose. The Starfleet honor your skills and intelligence."
Three Moons Later
"Dewrose, it's official. You're having kits!" Berryheart, the medecine warrior meowed excitedly. And they're Shadefoot's! I don't know how I am going to come up with a mate before they are born, but I'll figure it out.
One moon later
Why does having kits hurt so much? Dewrose had four beautiful kits, but they were all black, like Shadefoot. There were no other cats in her group with dark pelts. So, she was probably going to get thrown out. Windfleet, the leader, walked into the nursery. She walked up to Dewrose. Then, with one swipe, slaughtered all four brutally. They all suffered for a long while before they actually died. "No! They were just innocent kits! Dewrose cried. Windfleet made Dewrose watch every single one die. Then, Windfleet turned to Dewrose.
"Who is the father?"
"Shadefoot of the Mist Stalkers. Please don't hurt him!"
"Come with me."
Windfleet took Dewrose to The Mist Stalkers.
"Darkfleet, bring out the stalker that goes by the name of Shadefoot."
"Why?"
"He betrayed The Rule and was mates with my assasin."
"Ooh, finally something fun to watch. SHADEFOOT!"
Shadefoot trotted into the camp. He walked over to Dewrose. Windfleet ripped his eyes out, then tore his ears off. Shadefoot also suffered for hours, lying there, crippled, until he died.
"Now for you, Dewrose."
Windfleet strode up to Dewrose. She grabbed an incredibly sharp stone. Then she sliced Dewrose's arms, legs, and head off. She waited for a while before she sliced Dewroses' head off so that there would be suffering. The last thing Dewrose saw was Windfleet's murderous face before everything went black, forever. No Starfleet for her. Just black, burning, hell. All because of Love.