Nightstar groaned as she got up from her aching paws and looked around the camp. She gave a gasp as she looked around the camp. The camp was littered with dead bodies, and the trees were all burnt, the leaves only crumbled ash, and the grass dead. She gave a slight whimper and walked around the once camp of TwilightClan. Tears filled her eyes as she walked and one by one saw the cats of her once former clan. Queens and kits wrapped around each other with glazed over eyes. She closed her eyes at the deadly sight and soon she realized she was all alone. Leader of nothing but a dead clan with only 3 lives left.
Why StarClan? She thought. Why did you leave me all alone like this? Why did you even let this happen? How can I be a leader of nothing?
She sat their, her light blue eyes filled with sorrow. Her jet black fur glinted in the sun that was hidden mostly by grey clouds, and she felt little drops of water splash her head one by one. She lay there for hours filled with grief and shock.
But then there was a sound.
Nightstar blinked. It couldn't be…
There it was again.
It is!
She bounded over to the source of the sound and saw the most extraordinary sight.
Two kits were lying on the ground mewing helplessly, but they were alive.
They're alive! Nightstar thought, and remembered the two kits. They were Solarkit and Lunarkit. Solarkit was a light golden tabby with green eyes. He was the tom. Lunarkit was the she-cat. She was dark black with white paws, and almost purple eyes.
Nightstar brought them close to her fur thinking of their mother Whitewind. "Shh…shhh. Its okay." She purred to them. "You're are going to be just fine.." her fur stung giving her the painful reminder that not all her burns were healed. She looked over at the kits checking her best to see if they had any burns, but for some odd reason, they were fine.
The two kits were fairly small, and had just opened their eyes yesterday. They shouldn't have opened…Nighstar thought looking at the camp again and shivering at the ominous sight.
The rain began to fall harder now and she dashed into the nearest shelter to protect the kits. The two kits cried helplessly, and started shivering. Nightstar licked them as much she could and brought them into her fur trying to warm them. All they could do was wait out the rain.
The den they were lying in, was actually the warriors den, they all still smelled fresh of all the warriors scents since the fire only occurred the other night. The bedding was crumpled and mess up from the panic last night. They were all alone.
"Nightstar? Is that you? Oh StarClan, please let that be you!"
Nightstar turned around, only to see one of her warriors: Blackice.
"Blackice!" Nightstar meowed. "You survived! How…how.." she stuttered on the last part. The grey cat still stared in shock that she was alive. Finally he answered, "I-I managed to creep to the farthest part of this den." He flicked his tail to the back where there was a big hole that he dug obviously big enough for himself.
Nightstar was still in disbelief. Four survivors of a once flourishing clan. TwilightClan.