Hey!

Sorry I haven't been writing. I have the usual excuse- I've been busy.

When I started writing this chapter, I had no idea where I was going with it. I had no idea this would be the last chapter. It turned out a lot different than I expected.

Disclaimer: I disclaim this story since I can't claim it as my own. So I disclaim it so Erin Hunter can claim it.

"Eek!" Blue mewed. She rolled over and stood up. Blue padded over heavily to her door and she flung herself through the cat door. Desperately, she ran towards the nursery. About halfway there, she doubled over in pain again, and let out a small wail.

White happened to be taking Dove and Ivy out for a walk to get some fresh air.

"White!" Blue exclaimed gratefully. "Can you help me get to the nursery? I think- wow, White, I think my kits are coming!"

White wordlessly pushed Blue on towards the nursery. Another wave of pain rolled through her belly. She pressed her ears back and stretched out her tail.

"Blue!" Sand was feeding her two little rascals, and looked up to see Blue's painful expression. "What's going on?"

"Heaven help me!" Blue exclaimed. "Do you think there are cats up there, trying to help me now?" She babbled.

"What are you meowing about?" Gray asked as he walked in next to Millie.

Blue shook her head and fell to the ground. The pain was not lasting, it came and it went, but it left her exhausted. She could feel light lingering pains in her belly, pressing against her from inside.

Suddenly, a larger wave of pain than the rest flooded her. Blue let out a long wail as Millie tried to comfort her. Sand was pacing anxiously about the room, with her kits following behind. Fire had just ended and was pacing about with his mate. Dove and Ivy were playing some game, and their mother was helping Millie. "Push!" White and Millie exclaimed in unison.

As Blue pushed she let out her longest, loudest wail yet, and felt a sudden emptiness. Before seeing what had happened, she felt the need to push again, without White or Millie telling her to.

"Aaargh!" Blue mewed loudly, and felt the emptiness again. "Ah, ah, ah." She panted loudly, as the pain came and went.

"Push!" Exclaimed all the grown cats in the large nest. It was evident she needed to, by the matching wails and pressure.

Blue let out one last push and fell asleep.

Blue blinked open her eyes. In a moment, all came back to her. Had she had kits? Looking at her slightly deflated belly, she realized she had. But where were they? A motherly passion overcame her. Blue wanted to see her kits, and she wanted to see them now.

"My kits?" She whispered. The area around her was empty. Blue pushed herself to her paws and dramatically threw aside all pieces of moss, all leaves on the ground. She looked behind bushes and trees, but she was not able to find any cat or kit.

"Where are my kits?" She sobbed. Blue was confused as to all that was happening- she didn't even know where she was- but she could not find her kits! She knew she would know them when she saw them.

Blue sat on an overturned piece of moss and used her paw to wipe under her watering eyes.

A glint of brown caught Blue's eye.

"Who's there?" Blue asked suspiciously. A small kit creeped out of the shadows.

Blue gasped and jumped on the little kit, bathing her warming her. "Are you the only one?" She asked.

"Mother." Said the little kit solemnly. "Your kitting was too hard for you. For me as well. The other two kits are fine-"

"What do you mean? We're not- we're not-"

"Yes, mother. This is Starclan. Far out in the forest, there are the clans, and here is another one. Starclan is a clan all cats go to. All cats come to Starclan when they have finished their lives." The kit dipped her head.

"That's silly," Blue told off the kit. "You're acting very wise. Not like a kit at all."

"Before a kit is born, they live in Moonclan. All kits forget what it is like there by the time they reach a moon, because of the wonders of Earth. But for a kit who has died at kitting, like me, they don't forget. All of the unborn kits in Moonclan are very wise. As are all of the long time members of Starclan. You will learn to be this way as well."

Blue blinked, and blinked again. "I'm going to name you Moss."

"Name me whatever you want," Moss agreed. "I am your kit."

"How many other kits are there? We have to find them." Blue distractedly looked around the bushes she had found Moss in.

"Mother. Those kits are on Earth, with the living. Your friends are taking care of them. A little she-cat and a little tom. They are playing with the other kits there. Your friends named them Misty and Stone."

"I want to see them." Said Blue firmly. "Bring me to them."
"You're not ready to see them." The small cat argued.

"I am your mother and I need you to do this for me."

"I will show you Misty and Stone, but you will see I am right in not wanting you to see them." Moss walked down a steep road Blue had not seen before. The two padded down the road until they got to a projection in the air. Blue was stunned but leaned in closer. She saw two beautiful kits running in between older ones that Blue recognized.

"Misty and Stone." She said under her breath. "They look.. so happy. Like they never even knew me."

"They didn't." Said Moss.

That hurt Blue. She pushed herself into a little ball on the ground. Misty and Stone went to Sand and Fire for parental help. None of the grown cats seemed to mourn Blue's absence. Suddenly, Blue realized that her kits, including Moss, did not look like newborns. "How old are you?" She asked.

"Three moons."

"Three moons?" Blue repeated. "How?"

"There's a lot of recovery time needed after death."

"Oh..."

"You can always watch over them, you know. They'll sense your presence, and you can still be there for them- and for me."

"Even though I'm dead?"

"Even though you're dead."

Well that was weird.

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~faeriesandunicorns