OMG GUESS WHAT GUYS! (and gals) I found THE PERFECT SONG FOR Emberwing! It's called 'Lion' by Hollywood Undead, and I feel it fits her PERFECTLY! :) anyways, enjoy the story

The Nursery was finally quiet, devoid of the whispers and giggles from earlier, and Emberwing was finally able to drift into sleep. The battle between Starclan and the Darkforest was less than two days away… it scared her so much, her kits in her belly squirmed as if uncomfortable by their mother's fear.

She didn't blame them.

After opening her eyes to the Dead forest, she leapt up onto a small boulder on the edge of the clearing where it seemed Bark and Boulder were fighting and were attracting a pretty large crowd of cats; perfect.

"All Clan cats, please gather around," she yowled, not at all scared like the real Emberwing would be. In the Darkforest, Emberwing felt more confident; braver almost. This wasn't the evil cat that sometimes took over her body, though. This was just… a better her. Cats milled around, drifting towards where she called them, while some stayed behind with curious faces, which she guessed were the non-Clan cats.

"What is it, Red?" Bark. She didn't know he was in the Clans… then again, she was surprised to see some cats in the crowd and others nowhere to be seen; the only cat Emberwing knew didn't belong was Black, still angry at her for his demoted rank.

"I am also a Clan cat, and I have come up for a way for all of us to be here for the gathering." Several cats looked stunned that she was a Clan cat, while others nodded at the statement and were waiting for her next words.

"I am bringing enough poppy seeds for everyone here; just go behind the Fourtrees to get yours. They take several moments to go into effect, but others will be unable to wake us from the battle or put us in any danger. Of course, any cat that is not chosen to go to the Gathering, just go into the medicine den and steal some after your medicine cat leaves."

Some cats looked to agree with her plan, others not so much, but no cat said anything.

"I have a question, but could we talk in private, please?" that was Soul, (chapter 26) the she-cat who she met right before she caught Fawnleap what seemed like seasons ago. Emberwing nodded and dismissed the other Clan cats, and padded into the bare trees for a while, the silver she-cat with the coal eyes said nothing, but she looked shaky. After another heartbeat, she decided to break the silence.

"Are you feeling okay? You look a bit sick." Soul hesitated for a moment longer before turning to her.

"I can't do this anymore! I just started training here to be a better warrior; I can't attack Starclan! My mother and father are up there… I… just cant." She looked like she was preparing for a fatal blow, but Emberwing was elated. This was perfect! She had actually been planning on looking for cats who didn't agree with what they would all be doing, but it was difficult trying to do that without making cats feel like they had to say they were okay with it or looking like she didn't agree. Even Beetleeyes, her best friend, was truly okay with the upcoming battle, and that bothered Emberwing. She didn't want to meet the brown and black warrior in battle, but there was no choice; it was either stay friends with her or save Starclan.

"Uh, Red? Are you going to do anything?" Soul looked confused thinking how Emberwing probably looked happy, but she wouldn't be the only cat tomorrow night, and she would have a better chance of stopping the attack.

"No, I agree with you; I won't kill you. Do you know any others who are hesitant or unwilling?" Still stunned, all she she-cat could do was give a small nod.

"Good. Bring them back here just past moon-high. That gave plenty of time to talk to plan tomorrow night; both stopping the attack, and finally fulfilling what should've happened a long time ago.

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The meeting with the other cats came and went quickly; Soul was able to gather eleven cats who were against the upcoming attack and were willing to help. Emberwing had explained to them the plan, but left out what would happen afterwards.

They didn't need to know what would happen afterwards.

Emberwing felt a sudden chill of fear, and then the tugging sensation that told her that her body was waking up. She was alone, so she said nothing as she left the forest and opened her eyes to the dark underground den. Her belly, now swollen, was moving; after her eyes adjusted, she could even see individual paws press against her belly. What was going on…?

Deciding to ask the mother and her former mentor what was happening; she nudged the russet-brown she-cat until her eyes flickered open. Robinflight's amber eyes held unspoken questions, but one gaze to her belly made her get up, making the den fill with mewls as the four kits that had been curled around her belly were left in the nest alone.

"Hush, kits. Emberwing's going into labor!"

What, what?!

Stormwater said it wouldn't happen for another quarter of a moon! The kits were coming early…

But the next time she went to sleep, she would be in a life-or-death battle.

Oh, Great Starclan, what has she done?

Uh oh… I wonder what she is going to do… she has to go to the gathering in less that 24 hours… :)

QUESTION OF THE DAY: I need some DF names for the cats who don't want to fight Starclan… im sure you guys can supply;)

Im getting better at cliffies! Haha….

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