Okay. I've got NO idea what I'm going to write for this one. NO IDEA.

TOO MUCH

"Sandkit, stay away from that!" Hazelfur hissed, snatching her kit up by the scruff of his neck. She carried him over to her nest and sat him down. "Don't ever touch the nursery walls! Warriors worked hard to get them the way they are!" She nudged him out of the nursery and sighed.

"Mama!" Petalkit loped to her from outside. "Beechkit and Stripekit aren't letting me and Goldenkit play with them!"

"Go and tell them that if they don't let you play, they'll be in the nursery for half a moon." Frustration prickled Hazelfur's pelt as she watched her kit bound outside.

She rested her chin on her paws and closed her eyes.

"I don't understand how you can take care of eight kits!" Wingfeather meowed, sitting down beside Hazelfur. "Three is more than enough for me!"

Hazelfur yawned. "It's difficult, but I guess that StarClan wanted it upon me."

"In a good way?" Wingfeather tilted her head. "Or a bad way?"

"I don't know. It's StarClan's will." Hazelfur tried to hide the irritation in her voice, and let it all out with a loud sigh. She closed her eyes again.

"Hazelfur! Hazelfur, wake up!" Hazelfur felt paws shoving her and she opened her eyes.

"What is going on?" she snapped angrily. It was her brother, Grasswave. He had a concerned and panicked look on his face, and Hazelfur soon softened her tone. "What's wrong?"

"Your kits…they've gone missing!"

Hazelfur felt a pang of fear in her belly. "Wha…all of them?"

"All eight. Squirrelstar sent out a patrol to look for them. She was wondering if you wanted to go on the next one."

Hazelfur nodded, leapt to her paws, and dashed out of the nursery, Grasswave hard on her heels. Some warriors-Drizzlepelt (the second-best tracker in ThunderClan), Owlfeather, and Mistysong- were standing at the camp entrance, waiting for them. Grasswave and Hazelfur darted to them, and they set off into the forest. The sky was gray and threatening to release the rain it was bearing. The thick air whipped her whiskers back as they headed toward RiverClan territory. "The other patrol went toward ShadowClan," Owlfeather informed her.

Suddenly the head of the patrol, Drizzlepelt, screeched to a stop. "What's the ma-" Hazelfur began, but she immediately knew. The scent of badger flooded her senses. Dread prickled her pelt and she felt as though she couldn't breathe. "Your kits' scents lead this way!" Drizzlepelt gasped, his nose pressed to the ground.

Soon the patrol reached the river. A steady rain had finally been let loose, and droplets splashed into the blue-gray water. Drizzlepelt lifted his muzzle and turned to Hazelfur. "I've lost the scent through the rain."

Hazelfur swallowed, her throat dry. She had lost her kits. Her precious kits, all eight of them, were gone. Somewhere in the forest. She felt tears burn behind her eyes, and Grasswave licked her on the ear.

"We'll keep looking though, right?" Mistysong asked. Drizzlepelt nodded. "Of course. We can't just let Hazelfur suffer like that."

Just as all of Hazelfur's hope was lost, she heard a squeak. "Hey!" she cried. "I hear something!" Mistysong crept toward a bush along the edge of the river, and pushed it away. "Goldenkit! Petalkit!"

Hazelfur raced to the bush and saw the two shivering, soaked kits huddled together in a pile of dead bracken. "Oh, thank StarClan," she breathed as she nuzzled her kits. "Where are the others?"

"They were trying to cross the river into RiverClan territory," Goldenkit squeaked. "But we didn't want to go. Now they're searching for the stepping stones."

"Let's go there," Grasswave meowed.

"I'll take them back to camp," Mistysong offered. She nudged them out of the bracken and back towards the camp. Hazelfur was still tense, even though she knew where her kits would most likely be. "You should probably go with them," Owlfeather suggested. "Petalkit and Goldenkit seemed a little stressed."

Hazelfur nodded and hurried back to camp. She just saw Mistysong pad out of the medicine cat's den. Hazelfur darted over to her. "What's wrong? Are they hurt?"

"No," Mistysong answered. "I just wanted to make sure they didn't catch a cold from the rain. Did they find your other kits?"

"Owlfeather said I should probably just head back here to comfort Petalkit and Goldenkit."

"Oh, they seemed perfectly fine to me."

"Okay." Hazelfur would check on them, just in case.

Hazelfur chatted with them a bit, scolding them for going out of the camp, but praising them for not going with the other six kits. Suddenly Grasswave burst through the entrance of the medicine cat's den. "Hazelfur…your kits…they…they drowned."

"What?" Hazelfur spat. "They drowned?" Tears spilled out of her eyes and she gave a whimper. "StarClan, no…StarClan, no…why?"

Grasswave crouched down beside her and licked her cheek. "I'm so sorry. We found all but Beechkit's body."

Hazelfur sobbed and buried her face in her paws. How would she live with herself? She only had two kits now…

She could only think of one positive thing about this-now, she wouldn't have too much to deal with.

Oh my God. C-R-A-P-P-Y.

xx-Starfall-xx