Okay so this is basically a story about an elder named Duskwater! She was the one that died in the prologue of Crookedstar's Promise. In this story its going to be like she NEVER died and what her life would be like millions of miles away from Riverclan territory. In this story I made her black furred with dark blue eyes but she is really blue gray with white belly and muzzle! I changed her a bit, I think black is a more Duskwater color. Also if you want to create any kittypets or loners for this story just review with your cat! So yeah! Please review, check out my other stories and hope you enjoy!

P.S I DON'T OWN WARRIORS!


Prologue

The stream that was right through the heart of Riverclan's camp was just reaching the banks as Duskwater padded from the elder's den.

"Where are you going?" Troutclaw asked and Duskwater rolled her eyes, you think you'd be able to go out of a den without having some cat stop you to ask where you're going! Duskwater thought to herself but she did like the old tom, he had been her friend since they were kits. Even if he was a little to over protective.

"I'm just going to make dirt and enjoy the sunshine!" she replied as he padded from the den his gray fur shimmering in the sunlight. Duskwater's own black fur was sleek and shiny while her dark blue eyes were sharp; she could see every little thing that happened. No apprentice could disobey while Duskwater was watching.

"Okay, watch out though, the river looks a bit high!" Troutclaw called and Duskwater just flicked her tail, that tom! Makes stuff up all the time! Well I'm not a kit so I won't get tricked by his 'waters rising' joke! He tells that to all the kits that are in Riverclan at least once in their life.


As Duskwater padded towards the dirt place she marveled at how beautiful Riverclan territory was. Especially in New-Leaf when everything is budding, the air is crisp yet warm and dew is glistening in the sunlight. Riverclan is definitely the best clan to be in! No doubt about that! She continued to pad towards the dirt place not noticing how high the water was. It was almost touching the rocks along the edge if the stream!


After making dirt Duskwater finally glanced towards the water, it looks a bit high! Maybe Troutclaw was right? No…no…he's never right! I'm just worrying!

"Tanglewhisker! Birdsong!" she called to her two den-mates who were padding through the forest, tails entwined. "How's the prey?" she asked.

"Good! The fish are so slow even us elders can catch them!" Tanglewhisker meowed cheerfully,

"Were not that old!" Birdsong scolded, "After all we've only just become elders a moon ago!" she added.

"I feel old!" Tanglewhisker meowed and Duskwater laughed,

"Me to!" she meowed and Birdsong smiled.

"I suppose were a little old! Well we've got to deposit our prey! See you back at camp Duskwater!" Birdsong meowed before following her mate into camp. I wish my kits had survived! Duskwater had given birth to two kits; they had both died of black cough. She and Troutclaw had named them, Ivykit who was a black she-kit with amber eyes and Reedkit who was also a black she-kit with amber eyes. They had been identical, always tricking cats into pretending they were Ivykit or they were Reedkit! Duskwater grieved from them everyday, Oh my little ones if I had only moved out of the nursery when I got black cough, you wouldn't have gotten it and you wouldn't have died! I miss you every day! And when I see you in Starclan I won't ever leave your side!

Grief overwhelmed Duskwater and she decided to take a nap on the shore. Maybe if I'm lucky you'll come to me in a dream! But I'm not a medicine cat or leader…well it's worth a try! Duskwater lay down beside the water, it was lapping her pelt now but she didn't notice for she was lost in thought about her two kits. She'd never seen them in a dream or anything! Right after they died she had retired to the elders den and Troutclaw had joined her three moons later. You were only four moons old! So close to becoming apprentices! Way to young to die!


The water was churning fast as Duskwater slept, but she didn't wake.

"I can't go without Duskwater!" Troutclaw yowled from the Riverclan camp, they were beginning to evacuate. The black elder on the bank unaware the camp was flooding, unaware she was being whisked down the river on the debris of a nest, her own nest.


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