Take me away:
They say life is only one-shot. One opportunity. One chance. One time.
But things have a funny way of working out and you, my friends, you will be reminded that not everything is as happy as it seems. What if you don't even make it to see the next dawn? What if you die before even reaching happiness? What if you die, without even expecting to wake up in the Place Of Dreams, Starclan? What if you fall into darkness, before even seeing the light?
I am Ivykit and this is my story. My doom. My fall. My death.
"Streamleaf is kitting!", a shrill yowl echoed through Riverclan's camp. There was a shuffle in the medicine cat's den and the medicine cat rushed out. Her fur was ruffled up. She had just had a dream and she was scared for Streamleaf's health. Her dream went like this: She saw a a little stream running through RiverClan's territory. She saw a leaf land on a stream and soft voice told her in a whisper: "Look up, Frostleaf". The medicine cat did as she was told and a she saw fire engulfing tendrils of ivy. "What does this mean?", she whispered aloud. "When the time comes, you will understand. This will come sooner than you will expect".
Her dream ended suddenly, and just as soon, she heard Nightheart, one of the Queens yowl. She closed her eyes in a silent prayer to StarClan, and rushed out of the medicine cat's den. She entered the nursery and her eyes widened in panic when she saw Streamleaf's state. She shook her head and made herself appear cool and collected. "I need someone to get me a stick. She will need it", she muttered the last part under her breath. She saw Nightheart giving her a frightful look, but payed no attention to her. She started muttering stuff to Streamleaf in an attempt to soothe her. Streamleaf turned her head to her and she was shocked too see the expression on her face. Sadness, shock, fear and desperation present on them, like she knew something that no one else knew.
Frostleaf breathed out and yowled: "Push, Streamleaf!", she was surprised that no mate came barging inside to see her. When she realized that Streamleaf had never been close to another tom, she didn't dare think who her mate was. She knew the Clan would feel betrayed if they found out what Frostleaf had realized in a matter of second. "Why?", she whispered not expecting an answer. She was even more surprised when Streamleaf rasped out, eyes scrunched up in pain: "Because I love him". Frostleaf gasped in surprise, Streamleaf never ceased to surprise her. She shook her head and muttered, "You will have two kits". As soon as she said that, one of the kits slithered out, she was a silver she-cat with a plumy tail. "Again!", Frostleaf commanded, after putting the kit next to Streamleaf's belly so the kit could suckle. She didn't even think of checking the kit's pulse or breathing, to see if she was alive. Another kit slithered out, this time a completely black tom. Frostleaf's face was grim, she felt as something was off, but didn't question it. She nodded at Streamleaf and went out of the nursery, her eyes dark and posture hunched.
Inside the nursery, Streamleaf was looking at her kits proudly. "Ravenflight, you qould be so proud of them", she whispered. "You will be known is Ivykit", she said looking at the silver she-cat. "And you will be known as Ravenkit", she said looking at the completely black tom. She nuzzled him first, who emitted a squeak of protest and burrowed himslef on Streamleaf's underbelly. Then she nuzzled Ivykit, who emitted no kind of response. "Ivykit. Ivykit", she kept muttering on and on. She emitted a yowl of grief, that shook everyone to their cores. Frostleaf rushed back into the den, where she saw the Queen trying to wake up the kit. "It's no use, Streamleaf", she whispered. Streamleaf started sobbing uncontrollably when a starry shape appeared in the nursery. A beautiful grown she-cat, pelt sleek and eyes glowing. "Mom. Everything will be okay. I will be right here and follow Ravenkit, every step of the way. My death was unfortunate, but you can't sit that regretting everything you did. I love you", she said as good-bye, and disappeared.
I am Ivykit and I shouldn't have died that fateful night. I died as a punishment. Because even StarClan can be ruthless. They can be heartless