"Shadowwhisper!"
The dead night, the cold breeze drifting through the air, the eery screech, burst out into the night air.
"Shadowwhisper, your kits are coming!" A young she-cat was crouching in the shadows, next to a Black she-cat who was groaning in pain. "It will be okay."She murmured. "I'm a medicine cat. I can help you."
It seemed she was reassuring herself more than talking to the she-cat named Shadowwhisper.
Shadowwhisper-- what a name. It seemed somewhat dark, as dark as the night sky. Yet the white she-cat in the shadows didn't sense it.
The groaning stopped.
"S-shadowwhisper?" She mewed anxiously. Shadowwhisper gazed at her, her eyes full of pain.
"Tell Oakfeather that her kits aren't coming, Mintleaf." She whispered.
"No! You can't go to starclan yet!" She gasped, pushing her white muzzle into Shadowwhisper's dark fur. "You can't leave Oakfeather yet!"
"It's my time, Mintleaf." Mintleaf stared at Shadowwhisper, her eyes unfocused with sadness. Vision blurring, she stumbled, her paws dropping from under her.
She wailed in pain, the screech filling the cold, night air, and disturbing the trees and the birds and the breeze.
"Not my kit... not my kit...."
