Ok, so guess what, no one guessed on the couples last time, so I guess there is no new character, I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded lately!!!
Yeah, so anyway, I feel to lazy to write the rest of the story from Tigerclaws view, so I'm going to start with Daisydawn and Rippletail's perspective!
The Wrong Doing
Daisydawn yowled from Starclan, her sister beside her. "My kit's!" She cried as one tiny frail body joined them. This was Dawnkit, and Nightkit closely followed her white tortieseshell sister. The only remaining kit was Dustkit, who seemed strong.
Rippletail sat close to her sister, watching as one of her own kits slowly lose its life. Spottedpaw worked frantically, trying to keep young Frostkit alive, and she was succesful. Slowly, both kits made their way over to their new foster mother, Speckletail. Sandkit mewed quietly as her father stalked in the nursery. It was packed full now, with the tiny, lifeless, kits. Rippletail couldn't look anymore, she turned and waited for Blossomkit to follow, leaving her past life behind, but this wasn't over yet, they still had to make one stop before returning to Starclan.
Yellowflower groaned as Rusty plopped down besides his sister on her back, Sweetie was lapping up milk from the bowl set out for her and her littermates, ansd Princess enjoyed pushed Rusty off Yellowtail's back. They weren't her kits, but she couldn't love them anymore if they were. Their mother was an unknown she-cat, but their father was Fuzzy. Fuzzy was sweet, and not very smart. His daughter, Princess, inheirated his white fur, and his other daughter Sweetie had fluffy fur, just like him. Violet was in the corner resting, after coubntless hours of playing with the kits. Two familiar scents caught in Yellowtail's nose. Rippletail and Daisydawn! She could faintly make out their shadowy figures, and small kits tumbled around them, probably their deceased kits Tigerclaw told her about a while ago. You don't belong here. They whispered. Return to Tigerclaw, or his blood will flow in an endless stream odf pain and death!
It had been many moons since she had seen the vision of Daisydawn, Rippletail, and their deceased kits. Yellowflower said goodbye to her old friends and headed off for Fourtrees. As she approached, she saw a small black cat with a single white paw effortlessly slash Tigerclaw's stomache open. She gasped in horror as he seemed to die eight times. Looking on, Yellowflower could see Firestar (or that's atleast what she had heard from Princess last) standing shocked, and three cats stood near him, a gray tabby tom, a sand colored she-cat, and a brown tom that looked like an apprentice sized version of Tigerclaw.
Yellowflower hissed in disbelief, Tigerclaw had found another mate! She glanced back at the slowly dieing body of Tigerclaw as the cat's dispersed, she leaped out and dragged it through the forest.
Tigerclaw stood easily on four paw's, Yellowflower leaning against shoulder for support. She had long since forgave him for the mistakes he had made, and now was struggling to keep going to Ravenpaw's barn. As they entered the large, prey-filled place, The two black and white cats approached them with cautious expressions on their faces.
"Tigerclaw?" Ravenpaw gasped.
"We thought you were dead!" Barley mewed, his jaw dropping.
"Dissapointed?" he asked, grinning.
"Don't worry, Tigerclaw has changed, he actually insisted on coming her to appologize, but. . ." The she-cat stopped mid-sentence, screeching in pain, her kits were near, very near.
Four healthy kits suckled at Yellowflower's belly hours later. There was Sol (a white tom with tri-colored spots), Ravenkit (amazingly a black tom with a white-tipped tail, Tigerclaw had named him Ravenkit as an apology to the young tom who was larger in size), Ripplekit (amazingly similiar to the she-cat she was named after), and then there was Terry (a reddish tom with white spots).
"Don't tell Firestar, please." Tigerclaw pleaded Ravenpaw. "He doesn't know were still alive, just. . .please?"\
"Alright," he said as Yellowflower fell asleep.