Hi dear people who have managed to put up with this story until now! I assure you it gets better and there are MAJOR twists… (You may have predicted one of them but surely not the other one that is coming soon! Mwah, ha, ha, ha, Mwuah, ha, ha, ha! (Chap.7))
Sunstrike paced vigorously, her unsheathed claws tearing up the sand and the light covering of moss outside the WindClan camp nursery. It'll be all right, Swallowtail will be fine, her kits will be beautiful, and she will NOT die. Sunstrike tried to comfort herself, but she knew they were empty words. It seemed that her life had reached an ultimate low.
Thornclaw, her lover and her mate who she had been meeting in secret for a moon was no longer with her. And who's fault was that? Sunstrike thought menacingly to herself. After all, she had been the one to break up with Thornclaw, not the other way around. But then after a half moon of morning over lost life and unbearable snowstorms Swallowtail had started kitting. At first everything had gone all right, but then everything had started to go wrong, horribly wrong. Another agonised wail echoing from the nursery just confirmed Sunstrike's worst fear.
Sunstrike looked around the WindClan camp, she saw Sedgewhisker, Swallowtail's sister peering through the entrance to the warriors' den, her eyes shining with pain. Antpelt, Swallowtail's mate, was in the nursery with her, Sunstrike had tried to get in to be with her best friend but had been thrown out by Kestrelflight. "Sunstrike, come back and stop pacing like that, you'll give your self frostbite and that's the last thing WindClan needs." Sunstrike recognised the voice immediately, it belonged to her good friend and former mentor, Emberfoot. For some reason it reassured her, and she clambered back into the scoop of earth where the warriors' slept.
Sunstrike curled up with her tail over her eyes trying to block out the terrible scene and was drifting off when she was awoken by Leaftail. "You okay?" He asked. Sunstrike nodded numbly. "It'll be okay." But his words were empty and before almost no meaning as Sunstrike knew nothing would ever be the same again. Sunstrike could not sleep that night, she spent a long, cold, and uncomfortable night listening to Swallowtail's moans of pain and Leaftail's snoring. But judging by the constant twitching and murmuring of her clanmates, she wasn't the only one.
It was about dawn when the inevitable happened; there was horrible yowl from within the nursery and Antpelt staggered out his face twisted in a horrible expression of grief. "Swallowtail?" She demanded loudly. Antpelt just gasped "Gone." Sunstrike ran past him to the nursery but Kestrelflight blocked her. "You don't want to see what's in there." He mewed. Sunstrike gasped and staggered backwards. Then it sank in. Swallowtail was dead. Dead.
All around the camp cats were starting to stir stumbling out of their dens and rushing to comfort Antpelt. Onestar emerged, and bowed his head in grief. Sunstrike all of a sudden felt like she couldn't breath, her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, and there was no air. I have to get out of here. She thought desperately. She pushed her ways through the clan and bounded out the entrance, she stopped dead as soon as she was out of camp, and inhaled several deep breaths of cold air. When she was sure that she wasn't going to black out, she sat down and stayed there. She wasn't sure how long she sat there, but for some reason it helped. Sunstrike then headed back to camp, knowing that she had to face everything that was going on.
She entered almost afraid of what she was going to see. Instead of being everywhere cats now sat around in small groups, speaking in hushed whispers. Swallowtail's body had been dragged into the centre of camp, where Antpelt was already sitting vigil. Ashfoot, the deputy, was quietly calling together patrols.
She headed to Kestrelflight's den, as she wanted to know how and why her friend had died. "Hello Sunstrike." She heard the medicine cat meow. She didn't bother with greetings, as she was to upset for that, instead she just mewed. "How did she die, Kestrelflight?" "She lost a lot of blood, she was exhausted." "Oh." She then noticed the medicine cat front paws were dirty. "Where have you been?" Kestrelflight met her gaze. "Burying the dead kits." Sunstrike gasped in horror. "The kits are dead?" Kestrelflight nodded.
There was an awkward silence, and then Kestrelflight mewed "Hopefully your kitting doesn't go the same way. Sunstrike didn't believe it "My kitting?" Kestrelflight looked at her like she was stupid "Of course your kitting! Don't tell me you haven't noticed! Is Leaftail the father?" But Sunstrike was in too much shock to answer. "I'm expecting kits?" Kestrelflight nodded. But then Sunstrike thought of something else, something that made her shudder. She knew instantly who's these kits were, they were not Leaftail's, no, they were Thornclaw's.
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