Memories

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This Chapter is going to be a bit different. Warning. And sad






       Goldenwing's P.O.V
I stepped around the empty dark clearing of the Windclan camp, Marronkit was playing with his sister. Poor kits. I thought, they have no idea. What is happening. Bramblestar's menacing yowl broke my thoughts.
"Opalkit and Marronkit! You two will be known as Opalpaw and Marronpaw! Hawkflight and Pebblescar will mentor y'all! Hunting will be Goldenwing, Opalpaw and Marronpaw! Border will be Pebblescar, Hawkflight, and Leaftail!" He called out and stared at me in hatred.
I was so close to giving birth though! Oh no... He'll kill my kits if they're weak! I whimpered and sulked out of camp. Marronpaw and Opalpaw where behind me. I had quickly told them the basics of hunting and sent them off. I felt a crunch in my belly and screeched in realization. "Help!!!!" I yowled in pain. Pointedfeather had ran to my side from were he was collecting berries. "Oh no! All I have is juniper berries and cobwebs!" He wailed and saw the pain and fear in my Amber gaze. "Okay. I can do this!" He sighed in confidence.
He began to place his paws on my flank to check breath then my belly to feel the kits,"Feels like about four?" He murmured. I wailed in pain as a wave of pain ran like a horse through my body.
He gave me a stick to bite on and delivered the first on. My vision was to blurry to see what fur it had but I felt its heavy paws knead against my belly. He delivered the last three and my sight started to come back. As soon as I could see I began to lick them furiously. "Two she-kits and two toms. But... This little tom is very weak..." I looked at a dappled tom kit in sorrow that I couldn't raise him.
"I'll take him to Thunderclan." I mumbled sadly.
Pointedfeather dipped his head in respect and asked for me to name them.
"Scarclaw always wanted a she-kit... So for the calico I he wanted Tremblekit, and for the tortoiseshell he wanted Runningkit. For the gray tabby tom, I like Pointedkit, after you. And for the weak golden tom, Moorkit." I whispered.
"I will take him there."

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