It was a dark night, the camp of MoonClan cast in sadness, loss. Berrystar his head bowed, standing over the tabby body of his mate. Willowpelt had given birth to one kitten then her body had given out and, well for better phrases on it, she was dead. Nobody was for certain whether it was from being weak or stressed. She had given birth to a single daughter, a brown classic tabby she-kit. The Clan yet didn't know of their deceased deputy. Bumblefern and Nightstorm stumbled into the camp, Antheart's body weighing them down. "S-She's dead." The two young cats called out. Their eyes wide, the memory of Duskshade staying behind still fresh. I solemnly swearthat I am up to no good 23:25, January 27, 2018 (UTC)