"We Go- get- Wish- nose." I looked up at my mate, Stonegaze. I had broke down at Wolf Border and was going to kit. I knew I should've stayed at camp! It's a stormy night and you're seconds away from kitting! What a snake-hearted thing to do! My mate looked at me wickedly," Nope. You gonna give birth right here all alone. You'll die and I can finally move on with my life!" He walked off without another word. I screamed as another pain went through me. How could he do this? I thought he loved me! The kits started to come. The first one was a silver tabby like me. I was bleeding really bad. Oh Starclan! I licked the kit the wrong way and laid it next to my stomach. I whined as another came and it was a dark grey tom. I copied what I did with the first. I thought I was done so I tried to stand, but another pain made me lay down. I moaned as the last kit came. This one thrashed everywhere and kicked her siblings. I stiffened as a wolf howled in the distance. I looked at the silver tabby," Riverkit. For the ancient cat, Rivertail." Rivertail was my mother and she was the nicest cat. I looked at the grey tom," Quickkit after my father, Runningfoot."I looked at the last kit. The wolves howled at the full moon again," Wolfkit. For the wolves who are signaling Mistclan about your birth." The little she-kit lifted her head to the moon and made a squeaky howl. I laughed at the little kit. Suddenly, my head started spinning. I hear crashing through the thin woods where Mistclan lived. Warriors are coming to help us! A blurry, light grey she-cat came up to me," Pebblestep? Come on, don't leave." I rested my tail on the tom," Quickkit." Then the silver tabby," Riverkit." And I finally reached the stormy grey kit," Wolfkit." Crowfang came up and grabbed the kit.  Hollowfight and Goldenheart grabbed the others. Finally, Mountainscar and Nightlock lifted me up and tried to carry me towards camp, but my weak, heavy body stopped them," Let me be. Burry me beside the golden flowers. I don't want to go back to camp. Stonegaze- he." My voice was cut off by darkness.
     Mountainscar looked at the silver cat," She's dead."
      The cats did as they were told. They buried the she-cat in the golden flower patch and honeysuckle bushes hung over the grave. Mountainscar and the others walked back in silence with the wolves howling above.