The Need to Give Effort(BlackClan POV)-Part 3

1 Moon Later

Sunnyblade lay in the Nursery, her belly bulging with kits. Sun shone through a crack in the den, warming her in the chilly Leaf-Fall air. Life as a queen wasn't as bad as she expected, at least not yet. But she had two toms looking after her. One she loved with all her heart, the other of who, she respected as a clan-mate. Fierystar also seemed pleased with her progress. Her kits were due anytime, and Fierystar was anxious to make his clan larger and stronger.

By how large Sunnyblade was, Windingflame had guessed that she would have about five kits. She was actually, partially, looking forward to her kits. She adored kits and wanted to protect them at all costs. Now, she could protect her own kits, so she was content where she currently was. Though she detested BlackClan all together.

Sunnyblade jerked, and she looked around. She felt her body convulse, and she winced. One of the queens looked at her, then went to get Windingflame. Though Sunnyblade knew she wouldn't need him. She concentrated on one image in her mind. And before she had known what had happened, her kits were all born. Windingflame had come in some time, and was licking them all clean.

Sunnyblade smiled warmly at her kits. Five, healthy, beautiful kits that look exactly like me an Ragge- No... these kits look nothing like Raggedflame... they look like... Sunnyblade gulped, and curled her tail around the five kits. Erol.... She studied the kits, and she knew she was right. Some of them has the same build as Erol. What will Fierystar do!? She didn't need to wonder no more, as she saw Fierystar pad into the den, his eyes bright.

Fierystar padded over to Sunnyblade, and his eyes soon turned dark. He snarled, and grabbed one of the kits, dropping it at his paws.

"What.... is this!?"

Fierystar growled. Sunnyblade shook slightly.

"M-my kit."

Fierystar growled silently at her.

"Don't act smart! Who's kits are these!?"

Sunnyblade looked away.

"I know you know."

Fierystar smirked.

"Yes, but I want to hear it from you. Or I'll kill this kit."

Her eyes widened, and she gasped.

"E-e-erol's!"

Fierystar smirked, and pressed his paw into the kit's neck, cutting off it's airways. Sunnyblade watched in horror as the kit squirmed and cried silently, gasped for air. It was only moments from dying, when Fierystar unsheathed his claws, penetrating the kit's neck. Sunnyblade wailed softly, wrapping her body around her four other kit's. She weeped.

"Please stop! I never knew this would happen! I never wanted them to be Erol's!"

Fierystar snarled, and towered over Sunnyblade.

"Yes you did! But you were told to have RAGGEDFLAME'S!"

Fierystar smirked.

"I remember this scene. I just need to replace you with Dreamstar, from when I killed her."

Sunnyblade shook fiercely and yowled as Fierystar yanked another kit away from her.

"Now. You shall have Raggedflame's kits. Instead of these weaklings!"

He picked the newborn kit up, and threw it across the den. The kit hit the wall with a snap, and fell to the floor, mewling in pain. Sunnyblade closed her eyes, as she knew the kits back had been broken. Fierystar padded over to the kit, and bit it's neck, letting it die slowly. Fierystar's eyes were filled with pure rage.

"Now. I can give these kits a slow, or fast death. Fast if you hand them over to my willingly. Slow, if you resist."

Sunnyblade held the the three remaining kits firmly, not wanting to see them die.

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Erol turned to Raggedflame.

"What is he doing in there!?"

Raggedflame bowed his head.

"K-killing them... they were your kits. Not mine."

Erol backed away, shaking his head.

"We need to stop him!"

Raggedflame sighed.

"The only thing we can do is maybe save one kit. I'll create a diversion. Be right back."

Raggedflame padded away, and soon came back with an apprentice.

"This is Ivypaw. She'll help. Ivypaw, Erol and I are going to distract Fierystar. While he's distracted, take one of Sunnyblade's kits and take it to LakeClan. Then come right back. But don't go in until I give a sign."

Ivypaw nodded, and Raggedflame and Erol walked into the den right as Fierystar threw a kit into the floor, breaking it's back. He pushed the kit aside, letting it die slowly and painfully. Erol watched horrified, and in his anger and sorrow, he leaped at Fierystar.

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Sunnyblade yowled in grief as her third kit was killed. Then, she saw Erol leap at Fierystar.

"No!"

Fierystar snarled, and flipped Erol around she Fierystar was on top. Fierystar swiped at Erol's head, with unsheathed claws, making long cuts. Erol growled and kicked out with his back feet, making a deep cut in Fierystar's underbelly. Fierystar was thrown off of Erol, but quickly leaped back up and dug his teeth into Erol's shoulder. Erol yowled, and ripped away from Fierystar, tearing away his own flesh. Erol winced, and his leg dropped under him. Fierystar took this chance, and rammed his shoulder into Erol's head. Erol slid across the ground and hit the Nursery wall with a deep thud, and he didn't get up. Fierystar looked satisfied, though further angered, and turned back to Sunnyblade. Her face was wet with tears.

"Please stop! Please!"

Fierystar bared his teeth, and took another of Sunnyblade's kits. He bit into the kit's neck and tore at it, ending it quickly. Sunnyblade licked her last kit comfortingly. She didn't want to open her eyes to see Erol hurt and the torn bodies of her kits. Then, Sunnyblade felt her last kit pulled away from her. There was a shriek of pain, and Sunnyblade buried her head in her paws, and heard Fierystar exit the den, his paws thudding loudly on the Nursery floor. Sunnyblade heard Erol groan, but didn't respond, and continued to mourn for her kits.