A/N: okay, so i'm actually really happy with this chapter. i think that i was able to get a very nice story across, one that isn't just a single scene. then again, i've never written in this style and it probably stinks. like that Letter From Home story i did a while ago. let me know if it's okay?
"Creekflower?"
"Yes, Silverstar?"
"How do you feel today? Poppystream told me that you've been feeling a little dizzy."
"Oh, yes. I have. But...I'm sure that it's just stress, Silverstar. Nothing that you have to worry about."
"Are you sure, Creekflower? Because I can send a patrol out to find you poppy seeds if you need it."
"No! Don't be foolish, Silverstar! Are numbers are waning. You need to use those patrols for prey. Besides - I'm fine, remember? Just fine."
"...You don't sound fine, Creekflower."
"You're just being over-protective because my kits remind you of mother. You always were, over-protective I mean. A wonderful sister. Just like you're a wonderful leader."
"Stop talking like that! It makes you sound like you're about to die! I thought you said you weren't sick?"
"I'm not. I was just making a comment. Now shoo. My kits will be up soon."
-x-x-x-
"Good morning, Willowpaw."
"Hi, Creekflower! How are you doing today?"
"I'm fine. What's brought you to the nursury so early?"
"Oh, Poppystream wanted me to check on Greyrain. She's worried about the kitting."
"I think we're all worried about that. She's not strong enough to go through that pain again, I don't think."
"...If she isn't strong enough, why would she do it? I've asked my mentor but...she never answers me."
"She does it because she loves her Clan, Willowpaw. Greyrain is an old cat and with the troubles we've been facing lately, well, she isn't likely to live for much younger. She knows this, just like she knows we need more warriors."
"So she's doing it because the Clan needs help?"
"Yes. But she's also doing it so that her death has meaning. Always look past what you first see, Willowpaw. That will make you a grand medicine cat one day!"
-x-x-x-
"Brookheart! Hurry, we need to get the kits!"
"I'm coming, Creekflower! Hurry Stormkit. Paws up, Thymekit."
"Snowkit, I need you to look after your siblings, alright? Go with Brookheart to the back of the den. Make sure that you all stay there until a warrior comes and tells you it's alright."
"Yes, come with me, kits. I'll keep you safe."
"Behave, darlings. Mother loves you!"
"Creekflower, wait! Where are you going? It's dangerous out there! The wolves will get you!"
"I'm going to fight, Brookheart. There aren't enough warriors out there and they need me. Watch my kits, please, and make sure they stay safe."
"Creekflower, no! Creekflower!"
-x-x-x-
"Among the fallen brave, we found Ripplefur, a young warrior. Troutsplash, our only elder. And Creekflower, a queen who fought for her kits and her Clan."