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| - "Raspberry leaf! Eat it. Now., Honeymoon urged Willowdream. The gray kitting queen leaned forward and chewed the green leaves, wincing at her taste but she was in far too much pain to care. She looked up at the sky where the sun was supposed to be. But it wasn't there, just dim and dark and gloomy, and the moon was just falling. Willowdream always worshipped the sun, loving it's warm rays that brightened her day. She just knew her kits would be bright and sunshine-y; perhaps she could name one Sunkit? "Can it be done now?", Shinerose yowled. "GIVE ME MY SUNKIT BACK!!!", Willowdream lunged.
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| - "Raspberry leaf! Eat it. Now., Honeymoon urged Willowdream. The gray kitting queen leaned forward and chewed the green leaves, wincing at her taste but she was in far too much pain to care. She looked up at the sky where the sun was supposed to be. But it wasn't there, just dim and dark and gloomy, and the moon was just falling. Willowdream always worshipped the sun, loving it's warm rays that brightened her day. She just knew her kits would be bright and sunshine-y; perhaps she could name one Sunkit? "Can it be done now?", Shinerose yowled. Whitepelt sighed. "Be patient, Shinerose. Your kits will- "Oh are you ordering me around? I'll have Emberclaw flay your nose. You're lucky I am allowing a tom near me. Don't get the wrong idea", she smirked. "Ugh SHINEROSE JUST KIT Already!!!", Whitepelt screeched. "Fine", Shinerose glared at him, staring at the bright sky. The sun was coming up and dawn was rising. Shinerose didn't like anything shinier than her. Willowdream was thinking. How only one kit came out, and she resembled a light gray pelt like her mother's. She didn't exactly look sunny. But Willowdream would name her Sunkit anyways. She opened her eyes to take another loving look at her new daughter. And that's when she noticed that her kit was...gone. Where could she have gone? She saw 2 toms snickering at the entrance of the den, holding something small and wriggling. "NO!", Willowdream shrieked, and advanced forward but the toms were faster. They ran off, the desperate queen following. They went out of camp, and as Willowdream ran by, she noticed they were holding 2 somethings. They paused at a bush and turned around to see if she was still there. She hid. "Look", a tom said. "I got this dimwit from LilyClan." "And I got this idiot from RoseClan", the other whispered. "Let's take them back to torture camp- "NEVER!!!", Willowdream sprang out and at the same moment a white tom did too. "As medicine cat of LilyClan, I must ensure all cats are safe...no matter who their mother is", he wrinkled his nose. "GIVE ME MY SUNKIT BACK!!!", Willowdream lunged. "ACH OKAY OKAY", the toms handed them each a kit. "Bye!" The medicine cat walked off to the direction of LilyClan, while Willowdream leaned close to her kit. "Oh Sunkit", she looked down, and froze. This kit had a bright golden pelt, 2 green eyes, and a sleek pelt. This was not her kit. She looked up and saw the LilyClan cat carrying a small tender light gray she kit away. "NO NO!", she screeched, and plunged after him, carrying the golden kit, ignoring its wails. "No! Stop that's my kit she rushed in, as the medicine cat was handing her kit to a queen who's tail was flicking crossly. "NO THAT'S MY KIT!", Willowdream screamed. Everyone stared at her. "Hey! Who said you could come in here", Lilystar walked over to her. The queen padded forward. "Of course not! I don't believe your lies RoseClanner, this is my kit. Out!" "No! You don't understand- "Yes I do. GET HER AWAY FROM ME!", the silver queen screeched. "Yes! How dare she fake she is the mother of mine and Shinerose's kit.", a soot-colored tom yowled. Lilystar turned her sharp gaze. She padded over to Willowdream with her white paws, her dark brown fur bristling, green fire in her eyes. "I'd usually execute you for such pretence. But since you have a kit of your own, I'll let you leave, force her out!" A gang of warriors lunged forward, and pushed Willowdream out. "No!", she yowled, helplessly. That is my kit, please don't-it was too late. She was already out of the camp. And she surely couldn't go back in. She looked down at the golden kit. "Sunkit", she whispered bitterly. It certainly fit now.
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