A smokey aroma that filled the leader's den awoke Gingerstar. She wearily opened her eyes.
Orange flames were quickly spreading into the camp. She jumped up in fear.
"Fire! Fire! Everyone, head for the creek!" The sunset-furred feline shouted for the whole clan to hear.
Gingerstar raced out of the den. All the others were, too. The only queen, Grayspots, clutched to her kit. Featherkit. The queen let out a small cough.
The deputy, Redsong, was leading the shaken cats out of the camp towards the creek. Blazingpaw offered to help carry Featherkit. Grayspots hesitated but agreed and ran ahead.
"GO! GO!" She screamed hoarsely. Everyone seemed to be out. The camp was quiet. However, she noticed a fire-colored tail slip through the bushes on the other side.
That's where the cliff is.
That's where the fire is spreading from.
That's were my mother died.
Thoughts raced through the leaders mind. She must follow.
Gingerstar ran after the cat. It was Blazingpaw, appearing to be trying to save Featherkit from falling off the cliff.
Gingerstar sped over. "Featherkit!" She gasped. The small gray kit was clutched to a twig stuck into the cliff-side.
Flames roared below. Featherkit's emerald optics were wide with fear. Gingerstar reached out a paw. It wouldn't reach.
The twig started to crack. The kit let out a squeal of fear, crying for Grayspots. "Help meeeee!" She pleaded.
Featherkit coughed from the smoke, and that was it...
It snapped...
It was over...
Featherkit fell into the rioting flames. It was a rather high drop.
Gingerstar let out a cry. A squeak. Blazingkit just stood there in complete silence.
"I'm sorry." His voice and his face showed a blank expression.
Gingerstar's ears went flat. The fire was spreading at an even faster rate now.
"Let's go." She said, and with that, they dashed off.
They arrived at the creek. Redsong was making sure everyone was here. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the two arrive.
"Thank StarClan you are-" she was cut off by Grayspots. "Where is my baby." Her tone was mixed with anger, worry, grief, and distrust, and it didn't sound like a question, more like a demand.
Blazingpaw wouldn't meet her furious eyes. So instead, they blazed into Gingerstar's.
"I'm so sorry, Grayspots. She has faced the same fate as your sister, I'm afraid." It was hard telling this to her aunt. Informing her that her kit just died and all.
The fury in her green eyes changed to disbelief, and then to grief. "No. No. NO! My poor baby! NO! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY KIT?!" The spotted feline screeched.
All of BirdClan hung their heads, mourning for their loss. Gingerstar sighed and jumped on a small tree stump.
"Cats of BirdClan!" She called loudly, despite her voice crack. "I'd like to give our loss today, Featherkit, her warrior name!" Small whispers of shock spread through the crowd.
"Featherkit, to honor your Clan, the name you shall leave Birdclan and go to Starclan with is..." He paused for a moment. It had started to drizzle, and the clouds promised a storm. "Featherstorm."