StrawPelt and the other queens looked at their surrounding; they were in a den, with two guards in front. StrawPelt suddenly felt her stomach lurch in pain, and she moaned. One of the elders gasped, and meowed, "She's kitting!"
A guard had overheard, and pretty soon a medicine cat was over their by StrawPelt's side. StrawPelt groaned and moaned, as she felt the first kit came out. He was a little tiny thing, with dark fur and some splotches of white. Pretty soon there were three little kittens, two males and one female. The second one, the female, was all black, and the third one just had dark brown fur. When their eyes opened, they were all green.
"They're beautiful..." StrawPelt whispered as she gazed at the three kits, almost forgetting that she was a prisoner.
"They're ours." A voice cackled….
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ShadowClan fell back from WindClan camp, and RustClaw let out a shrill, pitiful wail. StrawPelt was gone! She was gone! He could hardly bear the thought, as he layed on the ground, squirming, spazzing out. She was supposed to give birth soon, and StarClan-and ShadowClan-knew what was happening to her, and the other queens and the elders, right now! RustClaw dragged himself to the warriors den to rest, ignoring all the cats asking him to go to the medicine cat to get healed up. But he knew it wasn't the outside he wanted healed-it was the pain he felt inside. The pain of knowing StrawPelt was gone, and that he could've saved her. He could've avoided those ShadowClan warriors, if only he hadn't panicked. He felt like dying, but RustClaw knew there was one thing he could do---
Save StrawPelt.
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(With all due respect, SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER! The next one will be extra long. It's just, I'm also starting on another story, and yeah.)