Hey guys! Okay, I have to clear some stuffs up:

I am sorry if Hiddenkit is a name that *guest* suggested, but I thought of that name myself cause I live in a neighborhood called Hidden Woods… so… yeah, sawrry!

Another thing, I said that there were going to be two toms and one she-cat… oh well, I think you'll live ^^ (and I do not actually own the name Spiderkit, I skipped over it and accidentally said all names were my creation…)

And I am very disgruntled, I got a PM yesterday saying… mean things about the story because I haven't made any disclaimers.

Wow.

Is it really that gud? xD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Warriors, (I wish I did, though) but I DO own all cats in this story, (Except the obvious ones like Spiderkit, though I don't plan on calling him Spiderlegs so…) happy now?

Hiddenkit, Whisperkit, and Spiderkit were all snuggling against her belly as the sun reached its highest position in the cloudless blue sky; such a perfect day for Starclan to be attacked.

Her chest tore into ragged pieces at the thought of what she was going to do. There was no way Reedstar would let her go to the gathering; no, that was out of the question. She had to sneak to Fourtrees, but that also seemed impossible, since she was still so tired from giving birth that morning.

The complete fish-brained-ness sort of made her sick. I'm about to go against my clan leader's orders and risk my life in a brutal battle with evil cats of the Darkforest against my warrior ancestors in a dream, but if I get hurt there my body is hurt, also. Oh, yeah, I'm also leaving my three kits, less than a sunrise old to possibly go into a fight I won't leave alive.

This was crazy! Even though she knew she was protecting her kits' futures by doing this, they might grow up without a mother, without a single memory of her. The thought made her so sick she had to squeeze her eyes shut and try to focus on not being sick.

Just think about all the lives you will save! She thought, but it didn't really help.

The whole clan had feasted on the fish that had finally come back to the river for her kit's birth into Riverclan, but most were now in their dens catching some sleep before the Gathering.

The Gathering where she would sneak into to prepare the cats that were going to attack Starclan.

An idle thought climbed into her mind: she wondered what the sky would look like if Starclan fell, if Emberwing died before she was able to fulfill what she had to do.

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The sun was sinking behind the trees way too fast. The next time she saw that sun, it would be all over.

Oh, great Starclan, help her…

"Bye, Emberwing!" Troutclaw called, peeking his head into the den and purring at the sight of their kits. Robinflight was sleeping at the other end of the Nursery with her four kits, (Flamekit was healed from his Green-Cough, now) having already said good bye to Nighttallon.

That was another thing she could possibly leave behind: Troutclaw. She took a deep breath, knowing thinking so negatively wouldn't get her anywhere.

"Okay Honey, I'll see you soon!" Much sooner than you think.

The cats were now gathered around Reedstar as they were about to leave when Stormwater popped his head in, also.

"I expect this is too important for you to miss out, huh?" his tone was sad, regretful, knowing her kits could die from an unknown weakness, and neither of them would be there to try and save them, but sadly, it was a risk Emberwing just had to take, because the other option was raising her kits without Starclan.

"Yes, you know that, mostly, at least. I'll meet you behind the Fourtrees, don't forget the poppy seeds."

He nodded and backed out of the den and she followed him with her ears until he pushed past the entrance.

Now for the worst part.

"Robinflight, wake up!" the queen blinked at her with alert eyes at her rushed tone.

"Listen, I can't explain, but I have to go to the gathering, and I need you to watch my kits."

"What?! What's so important that you have to abandon your kits?!"

She took a deep breath as the queen spoke exactly what she was still asking herself.

"Starclan themselves rely on me to do this. If I don't, there won't be a Starclan anymore."

Robinflight's face looked torn between telling her to go and do what she needed to do or demand that this was outrageous and that she stay here and do her duty as a queen to her kits. Finally, the russet-brown queen nodded and gestured to the space in her belly for the kits to go.

Her heart was literally tearing, breaking and staying behind with the kits. She first buried her nose into each of their pets, taking shaky breaths that were quickly developing into tears. Hiddenkit was first as she was picked up by her scruff and placed into Robinflight's curve, followed by Whisperkit, then finally her little Spiderkit, who opened his tiny jaws into a mewl that made the tears finally fall. This was worse than an injury, worse that what Fawnleap had told her. This was… breaking her very soul apart.

After checking to make sure the seven kits in the curve of her belly were comfortable, Robinflight looked back up at Emberwing.

"This… this is something you may die doing, isn't it,"

Emberwing could only nod as she tried to contain the sobs that were clogging her throat.

"Emberwing… Good luck. I believe in you. If you are… unable to return, I will make sure your kits know how brave you were, and how you almost couldn't stand to let them go."

Again, Emberwing could only nod, her breath hitching, and with one last, long look at her kits, padded out of the den.

No cat was in the clearing, all probably sleeping as the moon was now barely visible above the trees. She had to hurry if she was to make it in time.

*Another line Break, (Sorry)*

Her breath was coming out in small little puffs as she finally made it to behind the Fourtrees. The trip had taken its toll, and if this was a real battle, she would be dead in a heartbeat. She saw Stormwater there at the base of one of the four huge oaks, an almost-empty leaf pouch at his paws.

"About time," he muttered, handing her four poppy seeds with a frown. She lapped them up without a word, nodded to him, and padded around, where the four leaders were just now starting the Gathering, the cat's voices slowly fading out. Next on her list was something outrageously stupid, and she had to act her way through it, which was worse. To help her in this little act, she let down her defenses just the tiniest bit and tried to encourage the evil in her to come out. She felt the eyes on her and the stunned yowls around her from her clan as she confidently padded to the base of the Fourtrees, not caring. She didn't need to care; all these cats should be licking her paws and thanking her for not already killing them.

Now she was at the first branch of the largest tree where Cloudstar and Reedstar sat, both looking at her with slightly gaping mouths at her unexpected appearance and her boldness, climbing slowly but surely up the tree reserved for the leaders of the four clans.

Every eye was on her.

"Now, I'm sure you all know what the Darkforest is, no?" no cat said anything, all too stunned. She could pick out the ones who did know, though, the ones who were a part of it. They all had vicious grins on their faces, and their claws here digging into the hard-packed earth.

"Well, we're going to attack your Starclan, and we will finally be where we belong: ruling over you."

The Evil in her relished over their faces of fear. She was sure that blood was already in her pelt, that her eyes were already glowing with a red hot malice.

The poppy was finally taking effect, the first of the cats were falling to the ground, and Emberwing climbed back to the ground as hers were also making her mind shut down and her limbs dead.

Finally, the moment had come for her to finish what was meant to happen.

Expect another long chapter tomorrow…

Hey, guess what:

Three more chapters left.

Only three! (maybe a little more or less, but three is a magic number that I'm basing this off of)

Hope you guys liked!

Till a tomorrow im sure you wish would come sooner,

EmberFall