warrior cat short stories: discontinued

the queens' tears

I'm Sparkblaze. I've been a warrior of BirchClan for six seasons.

When I was an apprentice, my mother, Dappleleaf was pregnant with another litter.

I was overjoyed, obviously. 

My littermates had died when I was young.

To me, new lives seemed like a fresh start.

I was wrong.

The night before my warrior ceremony, Dappleleaf was unwell. 

She was pacing, tears streaming down her face as she wailed.

The medicine cat, Berrysong, didn't know what to do.

Looking back, I can't blame him for what happened.

My mother started shrieking, screaming that her kits were coming.

I was sitting in the apprentice den when I finally heard a kit's mewl.

I rushed into the nursery, expecting to see my mother laying next to her kits.

 Well, I was wrong.

My mother's eyes were wide with horror as she screamed in agony.

There was an endless pool of blood around her, sticky and warm as it lapped at my paws.

In it lay four bodies; the bodies of my siblings.

Only one kit was breathing, but I was certain it would not make it to the next sunrise.

The next morning, there was a vigil for my mother and her three dead kits.

They say the worst thing you can do to a cat is kill their loved ones.

But moons passed and Cherryblossom, a friend of mine, revealed she was expecting kits.

Her pregnancy went fine.

On the night of her kitting, I was relieved to hear that her kits were born healthy and strong.

The next morning, their corpses were found laying outside of the den.

The cycle continued.

After Cherryblossom it was Bramblesun, then Briarprickle, then Whitedeer, and finally, Shadespark.

I became determined; I needed to stop this endless world of pain.

Now, as I sit quietly in front of my kits, their pelts stained crimson, I realize I have finally ended the suffering, once and for all.