Here it is, the ending.

Ambershine had just fallen asleep. She was now walking through a beautiful forest: "Starclan" She breathed. "Am I dead? Then the kits will never be-" "Yur fine dearie." That could only be one cat. "Quince!" "Yepper. Certinly is, dearie. Been awhile hasn't it?" "Yes, it has." Ambershine smiled at the cat who had rescued her from the gorge. "Wait. Why are you here?""Starclan be ma home don't ya know." Quince drawled."Well then why am I here?" Ambershine asked. "Always you and yur seriousness. I've come to give a prophcey don't ya know." Quince's voice darkened. "The waves of light and the moon of silver will wash away the bloodied claws. Now I think it's time to wake up dearie."

Ambershine awoke in jerks of pain. "The kits! The kits are coming!" "Lionheart was by her side immeditly. "Somebody get the medcine cat!" "We can't Crystalheart and Breezepaw are out collecting herbs." Coalstep meowed. "They're coming." Ambershine screeched. Breathe, just breathe girl you're doing fine. She thought. "The first one is here a she - kit." Lionheart whispered. Just as Ambershine looked at her kit a ray of light shone through the den. A sign. She thought "Lightkit." She breathed. Then the pain started up again. She pushed. "Another she - kit." She looked at the little silver kit and knew a name immeditly. "Silverkit." "Perfect" said Lionheart. "One more." She pushed out the last little red tabby. "A tom. Wait something's wrong." "No." She said. "I won't be like mother." (A/N: Her dead brother at the beginning of the story.) She franticly licked the little tom until he started to cough up blood. Finally he just breathed normally. Another sign. I shall call him - "Bloodkit" It was then she remembered the prophcey: The waves of light and the moon of silver will wash away the bloodied claw.

She then knew that she had made the biggest mistake of her life.