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"Push, Sandstone!" The cry of Cloudfeather rang out. "You can do it!"

Sandstone groaned, and the stick in her mouth splintered. "How... How much longer?"

Cloudfeather twitched nervously. "Well, the first kit is going to be out soon, which it good..."

"Well, that's very helpful!" Sandstone snapped. "We had you as a medicine cat for a reason- uuuggghhh!" She squeezed her eyes shut as another spasm of pain shot through her.

"Calm down, she's still young," Eaglebreath purred, gently thrusting his head into his mate's shoulder. "Just wait for it. Soon, our kits would-"

More moans split the air. "I can't! They're too-"

"Push!" Cloudfeather commanded, placing another stick inside her mouth. "Bite as hard as you can!"

Sandstone did as she was told and, with a single second of hesitation, bit down on the twig like her life depended on it. Wood splinters flew, and Eaglebreath winced as one nearly got in his eye.

"I think the first kit is coming out!" Cloudfeather announced with relief in her voice. "I think..." she smiled. "It's a tom!"

Eaglebreath surged forward. "Let me see!" He brushed the kit- no, his kit's black fur gingerly, and began licking him. "You'll stay safe with me, little one," he murmured.

"The second one is slipping out now!" Cloudfeather interrupted with a yowl. "Hold steady, Sandstone, we're gonna get you in good paws very soon."

There was a groan for a reply, and Eaglebreath cringed as blood began dripping out. "How much longer?"

Cloudfeather didn't answer for a while. "The birth is coming to an end," she meowed with shaking legs. "I can see the second kit's head now... no, it's made the whole way!"

"Where?"

"Oh, it's a she-cat," she answered. "Thick, brown fur. Good for hunting one day."

Purring, Eaglebreath took the second kit in his jaws along with the first and began carrying it where Sandstone could see them. "They're beautiful, aren't they?" He meowed.

"Of course," she whispered back. "I think... the black one should be named Ravenkit. He has a beautiful dark pelt like the glossy feathers of the crow."

"The brown one?

She paused. "I don't know. She doesn't look like anything in particular."

"What about a hawk?" Eaglebreath suggested. "It's possible."

Sandstone purred. "Of course. Hawkkit it is."

None of them noticed the frightened glances from Cloudfeather as the word "hawk" was mentioned.

There was darkness. Lots of it. I could feel the darkness everywhere, even though I wasn't sure how that was possible. It was pressing against me, though, and as I hurtled through the eternal night, there was one thought in my mind.

"Moonclan! It wasn't my fault! It wasn't!" I screeched. "I'm not... I'm not one of them!"

No one answered as the darkness washed over me and carried me downstream to my doom.

But out came none.

Instead there was light. Lots of light. I blinked uncertainly, slowly getting to my paws.

That was when I screamed.

Darkness and plot... what every story needs.