'They say that it is alright. I had no means. It was not my fault, Perhaps that it was even for the best. So tell me; Please explain why I always hear his screams in my dreams. Why I see his face around every corner. I've prayed to the Tribe of Endless hunting for years now that he may forgive me. Even now I have never been given an answer.
Although it was long ago, back when I was young and foolish, I remember that night perfectly.'

"Dust!" he shouted, his voice barely a whisper reaching her ears.

A sandy she-cat lifted her head, trying to look up at him through the wind and the rain. There was a terrible storm that night, one that would mark as one of the worst Times of Freed Water in all of the tribe's history. The cats kept their foot on the roots of the trees as streams of mud and water rushed between the rocks and down the mountainside. Even within the cave the weather had forced the tribe members to move to higher ground.

"Come quick, Dust!" the husky Tom repeated her name. "I've found the kits!"

A cold shock ran through her body. She saw clearly now. Pointing with his paw he led her eyes to a small cliff edge. Two small bodies huddled close together against a stone, they were clinging to the earth for their dear lives.
"Go, Wolf!" she wailed and jumped to the nearest slab of granite, slowly making her way up the cliff. If he replied, she didn't hear.

One jump to the next boulder, run across the oaks roots. There was a time where she slipped and lost her footing, taking a bit of energy to recover. One long leap after another and she felt as if she were going nowhere. It wasn't long until the kit-mother was breathing heavily, nature determined to wear her out.

Dust looked up again, to see how far away she was from them, when a strong gust of wind came. In perfect harmony a sound reached her ears. The two wails of her sons, a familiar ginger red body slid slightly over the edge, his foot touching nothing but air.

"I can't go anymore!" Wolf growled across the land, having reached a dead end.

A serge of panic struck through her, a cold strike of ice and the fury of a beating fire. The light ginger felt new power within her body and she sprinted across the land, past trees and over the slides. Cats came down from the skies to help carry her, the earth old longing to protect her children forbid her from stopping. She didn't slip. She didn't flinch.
It was soon that she reached her destination.

Her two sons; Stone hanging on to Sunset while he dangled over the edge, desprately trying to claw his way back up to safety.

A small cry rang out, "I can't hold on to him!"

She didn't have a moment to think, her body pushed itself forward and into the air, acting on pure instincts. Flying over, Dust bit the scruff of Stone, about to swipe her paw down and grab the other when the worst came.

A flash of lightning came down before them, blinding the she-cat. She drew back, letting lose of all grip and crying out. She saw nothing but the brightest white light. Dust threw herself to the ground, trying to recover, when her nightmare reached her for the first time.

The heart wrecking sound of Sunset's wails, his scream the loudest echo. She stood up and flew her eyes open, they were bloodshot and traces of blood trickled out. There, Stone lay on the ground, beaten down from the rain and dropped by his mother. Sunset was nowhere to be found.

"No..." Dust muttered, then cried: "No, no, NOO!" Her screams reached beyond the mountains, past the lake and the deepest gorges.

Wolf came not a few moments later, all but too soon.

Eventually, the storm passed, but it still clouds Dust's mind.

It will until the End of Time.