By the time Foxwhisker had reached his mate the RiverClan cats were passing him up. One of them submurged where Sunstrike had disappeared at, one stayed to help Foxwhisker ashore, and the other went to get Oakkit.
Foxwhisker collapsed once he made it to shore. Breathing heavily, he looked up at the RiverClan cat who'd saved his life. Standing next to him was a beautiful gray and white she-cat. Her eyes were dark, and colorless. "Are you okay!" she asked desperately.
"I-I'm f-fine," Foxwhisker managed to say inbetween breaths. He was shaking heavily. The other two RiverClan cats came up on shore. One was dragging Sunstrike onto shore and the other was carrying Oakkit by his scruff. The one dragging Sunstrike was a large black tom. The one carrying Oakkit by the scruff was a gray she-cat with deep blue eyes. Foxwhisker knew who she was; Mistystar. It devastated to see his mate and one of his six kits like this; pelts dripping and ruffled, blood coming from a large gash in Oakkit's side, his nose, mouth, and ears.
Foxwhisker tried to stand, but his legs buckled beneath him.
Mistystar put Oakkit down near him and said "don't try to stand, Foxwhisker." Foxwhisker looked at her, confused.
"How-how do y-you know my name?" Foxwhisker asked her. He was still shivering.
"Just because you're WindClan doesn't mean I don't know who you are, Foxwhisker," Mistystar told him.
"Mistystar!" the black tom yelled from behind her. He was staring at Sunstrike. Sunstrike stopped breathing. Foxwhisker got up and ran to her, feeling almost unbearable pain. He collapsed next to her.
"Sunstrike...?" Foxwhisker said next to her. Mistystar came behind him moments later. The gray and white she-cat stayed back with Oakkit. Foxwhisker's head fell. He slowly closed his eyes in a desperate attempt to shut out the pain in his heart.
"I am truly sorry, Foxwhisker," Mistystar said, her head bowed in sympathy.
A thought suddenly occured to Foxwhisker; "What about my other kits?" he asked himself.
"Other kits?" the black tom echoed. "What other kits?"
Foxwhisker stood up. "There are five other kits," he said looking at the black tom. He looked back at the gray and white she-cat, who was cradling Oakkit, trying to warm him. The she-cat looked at Foxwhisker, then she looked away.
"Come on, we need to get Foxwhisker and Oakkit back to their home," Mistystar said. She began walking back toward the heart of WindClan territory. The she-cat who was currently taking care of Oakkit picked him up and began carrying him after her leader. The black tom picked her limp body up by her scruff and dragged her, following Mistystar. Foxwhisker followed them, limping the whole way home. StarClan, let them be okay... Let my kits be okay, he prayed. Pain swelled in his heart as he followed the Riverclan cats back to his home with only one of his kits and his mate's dead body.