I promise... *A warrior cat RP*

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.
 
"Yeeeeahhhh," Dropspring was barely listening.

(Otherwise she could belong to Jadeheart, who is due in about a month.
Dawnpaw should attack Auburnstar when he gets angry at her for something. That would be easy to set up. Then she will have 7 lives)
Birchrock glanced at Dropspring and mewed, "I always expected it would be you and Silverwing..."
 
Rainshadow woke up randomly. She thought something had bit her. A voice was telling her to check the warriors den so she walked over there. When she looked, Galefeather was oozing blood. Rainshadow found the main wound- a large slash through her stomach. "Darkpaw!" She called. She found a cobweb by the edge of the den and stuffed it into her wound.

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.
Darkpaw stumbled in. "What? No! What happened? No, mom, that wound isn't so bad, I can fix it!" As Emberfeather slumped, he realized that it wasn't the wound. Emberfeather had truly never recovered. "Clan first. Clan first," he repeated, going to the medicine den to gather what he thought were the necessary herbs to fix it. "Marigold.... I think. Cobwebs..." he carried them into the den. "Is this right?" He asked Rainshadow.

Birchrock glanced at Dropspring and mewed, "I always expected it would be you and Silverwing..."
"I always knew it was Dawnpaw," Dropspring growled.
 

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