Alone and Death (Cinder/kits only)

[2littleboi0]

A creamy brown she-cat laid in the nursery, her topaz colored eyes flicking around the nursery. Why did you leave me? she wondered, sighing softly. Flicking her tail, Daisyfield yawned and listend to Stripestar sending out patrols to fight with RiverClan. Well one good thing, I wont have to fight, she thought, flicning at the thought. Shaking her creamy head, she sighed and pawed the nursery floor, clearly bored. Why did I accept a mate that was a loner? she asked herself, wondering what StarClan would think. I'm sorry, she thought, glancing down at her paws.

Suddenly the queen felt a pain in her stomach and she gasped. No it's to early, she thought, shaking her head trying to deny it. But the pain just go more intense as she tried to deny it, wimpering softly. Starclan why know? she wondered, her tail flicking with agatation. "Cinderdust!" she yowled, her yellow eyes, sparkling with pain. Pinning her ears back, she waited silently, breathing heavily and quickly.


(Cinder, Daisy is going to die giving birth to the kits...um order the will be born will be Finchkit,Robbinkit and Grousekit.)

[C!NDERDUST]

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[atrb=background,http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/glenfeather/cmback-4.png] Cinderdust's heart leaped as she heard a cry from the nursery. Daisyfield, she thought suddenly, and dashed to her store of herbs. What to take, what to take? Her emerald gaze was steady as she scanned the little piles of green leaves, the scatterings of bright petals, the tiny black poppy seeds. Unfolding a broad leaf, she began scooping the necessary herbs onto it. Iris petals for breathing, cobwebs for bleeding, thyme for nerves . . . the herbs collected as Cinderdust pushed them on with her tiny paws, before glancing at the crystal pool of water. StarClan, if you can hear me, please let this go well. The sunlight filtered down as Cinderdust rushed into the nursery, a gray shadow against the light sandy floor. Her gaze fell on Daisyfield, who was lying sideways on the floor. Cinderdust frowned and moved closer, her paws already gently running over Daisyfield's stomach. The kits were coming, and they were coming now. But who was the father? Ignoring her thought process, Cinderdust spoke softly and sweetly to the queen. "hello there, daisyfield," she murmured, emerald gaze fixed on the queen's. "i'm going to help you, but i need you to do as i say, alright?" A quick prayer to StarClan and she started working, as the heartbeats ticked by. It was a long birth, and Cinderdust's nerves were on edge. She didn't like stressful times or situations, and this could definitely be classified as that. But she tried to stay calm for Daisyfield. StarClan knew she was nervous enough without Cinderdust bustling about. Three beautiful kits. Cinderdust sat back proudly as Daisyfield looked down at them. First was a little tabby she-cat, with a creamy stomach and legs. Her two siblings were even smaller, one a calico she-cat and the other a brown tabby tom with a white chest. They snuggled against their mother's chest as Cinderdust smiled down at the happy family. A moment later, however, she noticed that something was wrong. Eyes narrowing with concern, the young medicine cat reached for her herbs. "daisyfield? are you alright?" Oh no oh no oh no. StarClan, please, no. 476 Daisyfield and kits sorry bad post!

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[2littleboi0]

Yellow eyes watched as Cinderdust came in, the queen staying quiet, yet heart broken. Watching as the WindClan medicine cat feel her stomach, swallowing nervously. Gasping as the first kit was born, she glanced down and saw it was a female and smiled softly. "Finchkit," she murmured, flicking her tail quietly. Pinning her ears back in pain as another kit was born. "Robbinkit," she gasped, struggling with the last kit. Yowling in pain, she gasped for breath as she struggled to think of a name for the only tom in the litter. "Grousekit," she breathed softly, before smilling at her kits.
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Suddenly she gasped, feeling light headed, wrinkling her nose at the reek of blood. Glancing at Cinderdust, her eyes showing the fear, with what was happing, she shook her head, answering the medicine cat's question. "Keep the kits healthy, and alive," she murmured, before resting her head and shuddring with the last breath. Slwoly within time her flanks stopped moving and she was dead.

[C!NDERDUST]

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[atrb=background,http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/glenfeather/cmback-4.png] The kits were named in turn: Finchkit, Robinkit, and Grousekit. They were beautiful, young and innocent, their tiny eyes not yet open upon their mother's. Smiling gently, the medicine cat nudged one closer to Daisyfield's side and glanced into the queen's face. There was an emptiness there that shouldn't have been. The young medicine cat froze for a heartbeat before scrambling for her herbs. What was she supposed to do? Her emerald gaze filled with fear and fright, and her heart leaped to her throat. "stay with me, daisyfield, please, for your kits," she gasped, paws sifting and sifting for what wasn't there. What would save this beautiful queen. What she didn't know. Cinderdust felt an emptiness in the room, and she darted to Daisyfield's side, her heart hammering painfully in her chest. The queen smiled weakly in her direction, eyes already blank. Cinderdust was sure that she was seeing StarClan. "no, keep the kits healthy and alive," she murmured, her eyelids dropping, her side stilling, her head falling . . . No. This couldn't be happening. Cinderdust backed away in shock, her gaze clouding with tears as the pitiful cries of the kits reached her velvet ears. Why did this have to happen? After everything she had done, was this her punishment? To lose a member of her own Clan, her own family? Was this what she deserved? "oh, StarClan," she whispered, pity filling her eyes. She just had kits. Sadly, almost reluctantly, Cinderdust moved forward and collected the kittens, moving them aside and tucking them into one of the warm mossy nests that lined the nursery. At least the combined body heats of the three orphans would keep them all warm. Turning back to the sleeping queen, Cinderdust moved forward, smoothing the tabby she-cat's pelt and folding her paws, so that she could merely be resting there for a moment, ready to stand up once more and bring joy and life to her Clan. But it was over, now. Never again would she smile at her friends or laugh with her Clanmates. Never again would she roam the moors or watch the sunrise, at least not down here. Glancing through the entrance to the nursery to the deep inky skies above, the young medicine cat noticed a particularly bright star, twinkling brightly above her. A smile warmed her tight lips, and her eyes relaxed. "we'll take good care of them," Cinderdust whispered, hoping that somehow Daisyfield could hear her. "i promise," For now, the kits could sleep with her in the medicine cat's den, since there were no other queens. And what about nursing? Questions racing through her mind, Cinderdust backed out of the den, promising to return, so that she could inform Stripestar about the events that had just occurred. 595 Daisyfield and kits bye daisyfield. ): and the kits can join now?

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[heronwing]

Heronwing knew that it was unhealthy to keep going back to the nursery after what had happened earlier. Remembering the pain, and the blank expressions upon the small delicate faces of the dead kits. Heronwing had been outside of the camp, away from any help from Cinderdust or anyone for that matter.

Her mate, a tom by the name of Duckclaw, was from ThunderClan and had abandonded her when he learned that she would be having kits. All alone and pregnant with cross-clan kits, she hid her pregnancy from everyone as much she could. She had planned on sharing with Cinderdust, but had never got up the courage to talk to her.

Heronwing had just been over by the barn, making sure there were no loners or rogues on WindClan land. She had gone into labor, and had not been able to get the energy or the will to run back to camp. She had had three kits... But none were alive. all were born not breathing and Heronwing knew there was nothing she could do.

She has burried the kits together, but didn't mark the grave. She didn't think that anyone needed to know about her shame. After the pain went away and everything seemed alright, she headed back to the camp.

Poking her head into nursery, she saw Dasyfield... But something was wrong. Her kits were there, but why were they not with her? Racing over to the side of the other cat, Heronwing realized that Daisyfield had died. 'Cinderdust!' Heronwing called.

There must be somthing I can do! She hadn't been close to the other she-cat, but being a fellow WindClanner she was a sister through StarClan.

[C!NDERDUST]

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[atrb=background,http://i523.photobucket.com/albums/w351/glenfeather/cmback-4.png] Just as Cinderdust was hurrying out of the den, she ran smack into one of the other WindClan queens. Heronwing seemed stressed, and hurried. Her eyes were glazed with sadness, and Cinderdust could read them quite well. Something had happened to her kits. Of course, she had known all about Heronwing's pregnancy. She was a medicine cat, after all, if not a young one. The gray she-cat blinked with sympathy, but decided to remain silent. It was up to Heronwing to share about her kits, and if she chose not to, then it was her choice. "there's nothing we can do," Cinderdust murmured, ducking her head sadly and moving on past the queen. Her tail dragged in the dust, and her green eyes were closed sadly. There was nothing left to be done but to inform Stripestar so that the burial could happen as soon as possible. It was the only proper thing to do. And the kits . . . Suddenly turning to Heronwing, the gray she-cat's eyes glowed, though there remained a hint of sadness that came with losing a life. "heronwing, would you . . . take care of daisyfield's kits? i know she would be so grateful to you, and they really need a mother right now." she didn't add anything about Heronwing's extra milk, or the fact that taking care of Daisyfield's kits might help with losing her own, although she was just assuming about that last part. Smiling sadly, and without waiting for an answer, the pretty queen turned and headed towards her den, her heart quietly thumping. Too many lives have been lost, StarClan. How many more? 388 Heronwing alright, they're yours. feel free to make a new thread in the nursery for them.

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