Starkit POV
"No, no this can't be happening! How could this happen to you! Don't leave me...please." Patchtail sobbed as he collapsed beside the body of his bloody mate.
Starkit froze. "Silverstar is dead?" she thought, turning around slowly, scared to see the sight of her fallen leader.
Her beloved leader was reduced to a pile of fur in a pool of blood. A twitch of her tail made Starkit gasp and run for her leader.
"Silverstar!" she cried, running to her side.
The once strong and confident leader turned to her side and weakly whispered, "Starkit, come here and put your ear to my mouth."
Starkit padded forward, her eyes brimming with tears, and dipped her head.
"Starkit, you will become very powerful one day, and a hard decision will be cast upon you. Remember to always fight and protect the ones who truly love you and accept you for who you are. Never forget this, little one." Silverstar sighed before going limp.
"No, Silverstar! Tell me what this means! What do you mean by I will become powerful? What decision do I have to make? I don't understand this. Why me?! Silverstar wake up, please tell me what you mean!" Starkit wailed.
Warm salty tears slid down her small face and into her dead leaders red fur.
Strong teeth picked up her small, shaking body and carried her away.
The soothing smell of the nursury helped calm her down, and soon she felt the familiar nest that she shared with her mother and siblings.
A rough tongue licked her softly on the head and Starkit slowly relaxed, her tears beginning to stop.
"Just sleep sweetheart, let all your problems wash away." Dreamheart whispered.
Starkit closed her eyes and let her mothers quiet words lull her to a deep sleep.
