Cloverpelt was in the nursery. She had been kitting since dawn and from what she could tell it was past sun-high. One of her kits had already died, she was ready for the next two kits to pash through her and into the clan. Her eyes were clouded with grief for her first child, Cloverpelt didn't want to watch her other two newborn kits die. Redpetal, the medicine cat of Flowerclan was at her side along with Pinefoot, her mate.
"Come on. Push, Cloverpelt." Redpetal said. "It's not going to take too long for the next kit to come." Cloverpelt nodded and pushed as hard as she could. Pinefoot was lying down next to Cloverpelt and putting his paw on top of her's for reassurance.
"Sunpaw! Sunpaw!" Cloverpelt shrieked. Pinefoot licked her head with his rough tongue to quiet her yells.
"It's going to be ok, Cloverpelt. Don't worry." Pinefoot whispered into her ear. Cloverpelt nodded silently and kept pushing.
After a few more pushes the second kit was out and lying in the nest. Cloverpelt was looking at Redpetal quizzically. Redpetal looked at Pinefoot. Pinefoot's eyes were clouded with grief once again.
"What is it?" Cloverpelt asked. Redpetal looked down.
"The kit is dead, Cloverpelt," Redpetal answered,"I am so very sorry." Redpetal looked at Cloverpelt in the eyes sincerely. Cloverpelt looked back at Pinefoot.
"WHY?" Cloverpelt moaned. She convulsed as the last kit slid into the nest. It was a she-kit like the other two kits. She wasn't dead. CLoverpelt stopped moaning as soon as she realized this and slid the kit closer to her with her tail. The kit looked like her father, but had Cloverpelt's eyes. The same soft grass green. She was beautiful. Pinefoot edged back to Cloverpelt's side and gazed lovingly at the small she-kit. Redpetal looked at the kit in sadness, scaling her over. Soon after she was done looking at the kit she told Cloverpelt and Pinefoot the sad news.
"This kit will die too. I am sorry, Cloverpelt. The kit is too weak to live much longer. I advise you name her before she passes." Redpetal said in a solemn mew and exited the nursery. Pinefoot and Cloverpelt looked at each other. The same amount of grief, sorrow and longing.
"I can't believe that the only kit that survived this long is going to die in our paws." Cloverpelt's mew was thick with sorrow.
"I know, Cloverpelt, but we have to name the poor kit." Pinefoot reasoned. Cloverpelt nodded.
"How about, Emeraldkit?" Cloverpelt asked.
"That's a wonderful name, Cloverpelt." Pinefoot's mew was sincere. Cloverpelt put her ear to the little she-kit's chest, where she was supposed to find a heartbeat. She heard nothing. Cloverpelt looked up from the kit and shook her head. Grief again clouded her gaze. Cloverpelt moaned.
"NO! IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS!" Cloverpelt roared. Her blood was boiling in her veins. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT, PINEFOOT! IF YOU HADN'T CONVINCED ME TO HAVE KITS NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!" Cloverpelt yelled. Pinefoot took a step back. By the looks of it he didn't know what to say. "GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY FROM MY KITS! THOUGH THEY ARE DEAD THEY ARE NOT DEAD TO ME!" Cloverpelt shouted. Pinefoot backed away from Cloverpelt and padded out of the nursery.
Cloverpelt felt a little better, but that all went away when she realized what she had just done. She felt even worse when Vinestar gave her the news that Sunpool, her brother, was no where to be found on the territory. Cloverpelt broke into quiet moans. She heard her moans echo on the walls of the empty nursery. She then whispered to herself.
"My kits are gone. My brother is gone. My family, my loved ones are all gone." Cloverpelt looked up at the ceiling of the nursery where the leaves and gorse parted to show Silverpelt. "Why Moonclan? Why are you doing this to me? I thought you were on the clan's side." She whispered. The she brought her unsheathed paw to her neck and scraped her paw against it, successfully making blood travel down her neck in a thick river and pool around her.
"Goodbye, Flowerclan." Cloverpelt whispered as everything turned blurry. The last thing she saw before everything was blackness was seeing a silhouette of a cat. Pinefoot.