Chapter #30 The The End For Now -

Two brown warriors lied down in their den. The moss was soft under there feet and the night was dark. Both of them looked alike, it was hard to tell them apart, except the fact that they had two different colored eyes. They looked sad and a lot older than they were. One of them sighed.

"Luxdove, I miss Fogbank, Blackrose, and Dewsoot..."

"I know, but they will come around, later. ShadowClan can't keep them forever."

"I guess so..."

"Flowerface, don't get so down. StarClan will help us out, I know they will..."

Stormheart licked his fur down. He looked to the sky. Currently, he was hunting, he caught a shrew and a small bird. It wasn't much of a mean this Leaf-Bare, but it could feed someone. Brackenfur and Flowerface told him about his sister and brother. Both were well, but weak. Stormheart sighed, his eyes pale and pointed at the ground.

"StarClan, may you hear my call. Fogbank will not have the kits of these, savages. If she does, make the fathers die in vain unless they can balance her happiness. If you don't... I will."

Blackrose kept her eyes to the ground. All of her kits were warriors, her mother is old and happy, and the world seemed brighter, but yet the world was dark in ShadowClan. I was even in daylight. Fogbank seemed very depressed lately, she wont talk to anyone, wont eat, wont sleep, and two toms keep trying to get her to respond, but it's like a ripple from a pond trying to awake a dead tadpole, I wouldn't work. And Ravenwing, she missed him the most. Crowfeather was a lame replacement for the love she has had since a kit, and her father's betrayal. It was too much to handle.

Dewsoot and Fogbank looked into the distance, their eyes looked on the moon, a large shadow passed over, a warrior.

"Umm, Fogbank, may I speak to you?"

Dewsoot looked at her and she slowly got up, eyes still in another land. She got out of the den and appeared in front of the warrior. Inkshower.

"May we talk? In private?"

She nodded slowly and they walked out of the camp. Until they came to a group of pine trees closed together to make a small shelter a very long way, Fogbank was so tired from all the walking that she rested on the ground, the savanna joined a bit away.

"I wanted to talk about what happened that night, you just stop, being 'alive'"

Fogbank's eyes were a pale blue, with red around. She murmured to herself.

"What?" Inkshower asked, sandy tail brushing over his nose.

"What did you do to me?" She yowled.

Taken aback, Inkshower turned his large ears down.

"Well?" The gray warrior asked.

"Okay it starts like this..." Inkshower began to explain the story of him and Darkstag wanting Cedarhearts 'blessing' so they 'mated' with Fogbank, but they knew she was to shy and kind, that Darkstag knocked her out. After they did the deed. They left her there so she wouldn't go looking for them too quickly. In there power of wanting kits of their own, they hurt Fogbank physically and mentally.

"I'm so sorry." He sighed.

Fogbank looked down. "So you wanted me pregnant, to have kits I can't care for, and mate with the ones I don't love!" She yelled.

"But, I... I love you..." He paused, "I wanted to mate with you, but not how Darkstag suggested, I think I'll never fit into Clan life because I have no kin, but you can help me adjust, with kits and a mate. You are the most beautiful cat I've ever seen. I've learned a lot about you too, How Smokeshade attacked you and you broke your leg, It's amazing that you healed so quickly! Your amazing."

Fogbank looked up, and purred with delight. If her mother, Crowfeather, or siblings found her alone with this ShadowClan warrior, they would rip his eyes out, but they probably would kill her for this, too: "I think I may like you too."

The savanna looked up and walked over to her, he was very tall and lied his long legs out in front of him. "Really?"

"Really." She licked the side of his face and he grinned, "I wouldn't mind having your kits."

He purred and edged closer to her until their flanks were touching, Fogbank raised her hindquarters and moved her tail to the side, Inkshower got on top of her and grabbed the scruff of her neck, so she wouldn't get loose. And then the mating began.

It only lasted a minute, and it felt weird for both of them, but Fogbank licked herself off, and they continued again, and again until Fogbank and Inkshower felt it was enough to get her pregnant.They continued to stayed in the small shelter, Fogbank rested while Inkshower got some moss, and a mouse to make it more like a home. They were quite far from ShadowClan now, about a mile to a humans point of view. Although, they were far, eyes gleamed from the shadows, the sky, and from a cold heart, ready to spill blood upon the pair, for in one humble cat's view, Cedarheart is dead and will remain dead. No more offspring of him will be born. They must die, innocent as they are. Scars gleaming, violet eyes beaming.