But that was before. Now, she was curled up in the nursery, alone. Her heart felt like it had shattered into pieces.

She couldn't be gone. She couldn't.

But yet, under the cold, hard earth, was Silverwing.

Dewkit flinched as a fresh wave of grief collapsed over her. It had been hard, staring at the lifeless body of her mother, her muzzle resting on her cold pelt, the scent of death seeping through the lavender and mint that had been rubbed on her. Dewkit has wished and wished for her to blink open her blue eyes and stand up, to walk over to her and lick her ear comfortingly, but she didn't.

She was dead.

Because he had killed her.
But who was he? All the other cats seemed to know who that cat was, but she didn't!

Dewkit's head throbbed.

She wouldn't be able to sleep. Not now, not ever. The memories haunted her, replaying in her mind every time she closed her eyes, but yet, her thoughts drifted away, and she slowly sank into an uncomfortable slumber.

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Dewkit woke up with a gasp. Realising that she was still in the cold, empty nursery, she flattened her fur and sighed. She couldn't even have a good nights sleep because of those dreams, and it was getting worse every time. She curled up miserably, her tail wrapped tightly over her nose, and sank deep into her thoughts, dwelling on her sadness, replaying the horrible scene over and over again...

Pawsteps echoed as a cat walked into the den. She didn't bother to look up, she could tell by the scent who it was.

"Why are you still awake?" Her mew was muffled by herbs.

Dewkit replied with a grunt, and buried her face into the nest.

"I know it's hard to lose someone you love."

"Go away." Snowpool knew nothing about the pain she was going through.

"My father died when I was just a kit, and I was heartbroken. But I still have Rainstar and Whitefrost, just like you have Stormheart and Slatepaw. You still have cats who care for you, who love you. You have to keep moving on in life. Silverwing is watching from above. You will see her again, you can't just mope around forever, you know."

Dewkits ear twiched, but said nothing.

Snowpool dropped down her bundle of herbs, and nudged a few closer to her.

"Eat these. It will make you tired, and ease the grief you are going through so you can sleep easier."

"It's not just that." Her voice dripped with venom.

She thought she knew everything about her! She didn't know about the dreams she was getting, of fire burning her to a crisp, of water pushing her to suffocating darkness. She didn't know how much she dreaded to sleep, how she dreaded to slowly feel her life slipping from her paws, over and over again until she woke up, alone and scared... She didn't know.

Snowpool turned away from the entrance, her blue eyes glowing in the moonlight.

"What is it then?" She whispered

Dewkit glared at her, but she knew that Snowpool would keep asking until she gave in.

Suddenly sadness swamped her, making her want to yowl to the sky, to ask Starclan what she had done to deserve this. But she didn't. She raised her head, looking Snowpool in the eye, and said a sentence that seemed to lift a weight from her shoulders, and made everything seem OK.

"I've been dreaming..."