Emberfeather had blood dripping down her neck and she stumbled out of her den. She knew she was dying. "Kits I have a story." She told it to her kits. "Long ago me and my best friend Shadowthorn lived here. We both liked Ravenwing, your father, and we both knew well he prefered me. She threatened to kill me and I grew sad. She fled camp and never came back. Then when Phoenixheart had Silverwing and Bloomkit. My littlest sister died of greencough, then the badger killed my father. My story is sad, I know I can't be forgiven. I wasn't the mother you wanted or needed. Be good kits, I'll watch you from Starclan." She slumped down her eyes glazed over and she gave her last breath.