The Need to Give Effort(BlackClan POV)-Part 6

(If everyone wants to see what happened at the MoonCave, go there and read the comments! PLEASE! It is sooo awesome! I would recommend it if you want to understand the last few parts of this posts...!)

Sunnyblade stared down, shocked. Three kits lay in front of her, all dead. They had been born dead, but they were Raggedflame's. Sunnyblade whimpered, and covered her head in her paws. She knew Fierystar sat in the entrance of the den, his eyes burning with anger. Then he spat.

"You can't do anything good! You're going to have kits again."

Then he stalked away. Sunnyblade shook, then felt a tail on her shoulder.

"Come on. I'm getting you out of here. "

Sunnyblade looked up to see Erol, his eyes were flashing.

"Now!"

Sunnyblade nodded, took one glance at the three lifeless kits, then followed Erol sullenly out a hole in the den. She blinked at the brightness, and had to squint as she followed Erol. She felt blind, but she soon felt the dirt turn to grass, and then shadows covered her. She looked up to see trees. Trees bare of all leaves. She choked.

"W-we're in LakeClan!"

Erol nodded.

"But where's Mossyclaw?"

Erol shrugged.

"I haven't seen her in BlackClan the last few days."

Sunnyblade looked down, and saw the LakeClan camp. Her heart quickened.

"Icycurrent!"

She then bolted ahead of Erol, and into the LakeClan camp. Cats turned to look at who had burst in, and lots started to bristle. She immediately shrank back, realizing she must be unrecognizable. She was much older now, her muscles rippling under her pelt from intense training in BlackClan. Her eyes were cold from her moons their, and her face also showed age. Though she was not old, this look of age was having to handle everything she had to in BlackClan. From being forced to have kits, and even having kits die at her paws. She heard a snarl, and saw Markstar appear.

"Who are you!?"

He sniffed the air, and she knew he could only smell BlackClan.

"Why is a BlackClan cat here!?"

Sunnyblade shook, then saw Erol pad in. His eyes flashed, and he padded to stand beside Sunnyblade.

"She is not a BlackClan cat. She is the daughter of a medicine cat and a deputy. The daughter of Rosedawn and Icycurrent. And her name is Sunnyblade."

Markstar's eyes widened.

"Sunnypaw-blade?! You're still alive!"

Sunnyblade nodded, then saw Icycurrent watching her. His eyes were filled with joy.

"What happened? You look so much different!"

Markstar exclaimed. Sunnyblade looked uneasy, but responded.

"I grew up in BlackClan. Though, I don't want to speak of anything from what happened. There is one thing I wish to get."

Markstar tipped his head to the side.

"I want to receive my warrior name. Fierystar gave me the name Sunnyblade, but it was not a proper ceremony. I want a proper one, and I new name that does not represent BlackClan."

She looked at Erol to see him smiling at her. Markstar nodded, then leaped up onto the LakeRock.

"Since you already have a warrior name, I shall not perform the usual ceremony, as StarClan sees you as Sunnyblade.

"Spirits of StarClan, you know every cat by name. I ask you now to take away the name from the cat you see before you, for it no longer stands for what she is. By my authority as  Clan Leader, and with the approval of our warrior ancestors, I give this cat a new name. From this moment she will be known as Sunnycry for her determination!"

"Sunnycry! Sunnycry! Sunnycry!"

Sunnycry stood proudly, and looked at Erol.


"I need to go, but I'll see you soon."


Sunnycry looked hurt, but before she could speak, Erol spoke.


"I promise I will be okay. But stay here for now, safe."


Sunnycry nodded, and licked his shoulder before he padded away. 

Then, a patrol of cats came in, carrying a body. Markstar dipped his head.


"We shall grieve for Stormbreak tonight. He is welcomed in StarClan."


Sunnycry watched in sadness. She slightly remembered the tom. But she stayed silent, and a while after she saw Bluegaze walk in, limping. Markstar padded over to him.


"Where's Ridgefeather?"


Bluegaze shook his head.


"Apollo, the wolf, took him... "


Markstar narrowed his eyes.


"Where...?"


Bluegaze looked down.


"He took Ridgefeather to the two-legs saying that that may be his only hope of living. StarClan was about to take him. He was about to die..."

Markstar closed his eyes.

"Let's hope he gets back safely."


Bluegaze nodded, then padded to Nestflame's den. Sunnycry stayed silent still, keeping her warrior vigil. She watched as the sun started to climb in the sky, before going to the warriors den.

::---::

Ridgefeather opened his eyes slightly. He was being thrown around in a small area, and he saw bars in front of him. He soon realized he was in a monster before blacking out.

When Ridgefeather re-awoke, he once in a silver room, Two-leg's in white surrounded him, he tried to yowl, but he blacked out before he could.

::---::

Ridgefeather woke in a forest. He looked around. StarClan... My pain is over... Then he saw Fleckwater pad up to him.

"Am I dead?"

Fleckwater looked down.

"I-i don't know. Just hang in there. Good-bye..."

Ridgefeather nodded, and Fleckwater faded.

::---::

Ridgefeather jerked awake, and felt his movements were very slow. He looked around, his body filled with sleep. He was in a silver box, slightly strapped down to restrain too much movement. Many tubes were attached to his leg, and a tube went down his throat. He tried to see his paws, but couldn't, as something was obstructing his view. He looked into the silver wall and gasped.  A collar, a cone was around his neck! Ridgefeather's eyes rolled into the top of his head, and he let his head sink down. 

Ridgefeather stayed this way for a while, and then he saw movement. The cage door was being opened, and he saw a Two-leg face. He cringed backwards in fear, but couldn't move much. He wanted to yowl for help, but the tube down his neck was restricting him. He struggled vainly and felt something rip, before the Two-leg made a quick movement, and he felt a sharp poke in his front leg. He started to feel sleepy again, and before he feel back asleep, he noticed that blood was started to drip onto the cage floor, then he blacked out for the third time.