Blackfur and Tinydawn
A full moon and twinkling stars could be seen tonight. It was a clear sky; not a single night cloud could be seen. The moonlight lit up the forest; the dark corners retreated to the other side. In the forest, a dark cream she-cat with a white belly, stumpy tail, and blue eyes was sitting on the rock; her head down, ears flatten, and was crying. If there was any pain worse than losing a mate, sibling, parent, friend, or best friend, it would be losing a child and that's what happened. The she-cat had lost her only son to her clan leader after a trial had found him not guilty of a crime he didn't commit, so why was he killed for a crime he didn't commit? Well, according to the medicine cat, the Star Council leader was losing patience and needed a guilty slave to die. Since Flowerpaw was saved by Lightpaw when he was a kit, it wouldn't be a surprise if the Star council leader was looking for retaliation. In the shadowy forest, a black tom with yellow-green eyes approached the dark cream she-cat and sat next to her.
"Tinydawn…are you alright?" The tom asked.
"What do you think? Of course I'm not alright." She hissed.
The tom's ears flattened, he closed his eyes, and tears streamed from his eyes.
"I miss him too, you know." He whispered.
"It's not fair! Darkpaw didn't do anything to deserve this!" Tinydawn sobbed.
"I know Tinydawn, I know, but there's nothing we can do. We just have to move on." The tom meowed.
"How can we move on from this?! I trusted Whitestar and he betrayed us!" she cried.
"I know Tinydawn, I know…at least Lightpaw tried to save him." The tom signed.
"Oh Lightpaw, I feel so horrible for him, Blackfur. He tried so hard to protect Darkpaw." She meowed.
"He did and according to Ivypaw, Foxwhisker, and Cloudberry, they said he fought like a real warrior." Blackfur meowed.
"A real warrior. Riverstripe would be so proud, if only our son could've been a warrior." Tinydawn signed solemnly.
Both cats knew what they were talking about. They had slaves from the day they were born, they didn't know how to be real warriors. They had hunted for their masters, protected them, and obeyed the slave law, but now, their own kits had paid a terrible price; especially their son. If what Doespring said about the prophecy is true, then surely the slaves would be truly free, right? Blackfur smiled at the thought of freedom and laid his head onto Tinydawn's.
"It's going to be okay, Tinydawn. Darkpaw is in Starclan now and he's watching over us." He meowed.
"At least he's free now...I love you." She purred.
"I love you too." Blackfur meowed.