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This is the last chapter and its awesome!

You get 4 different perspectives all in one chapter! Time to wrap this thing up!

Chapter 24

Nina brushed a tear away, sniffling as she gazed through the dark alley. It had been a whole day since Nightclaw had left with the brown kit to go hunting, and she knew that he would not return. It was a horrible revelation, but she had to accept what fate had given her.

A soft squeal interrupted her grievances, and she managed a smile as she looked down at her remaining kit. It was the black she-kit, who would never know the face of her father or her brother, for her eyes were still squeezed shut, and would not open for another couple of days. She remember what Nightclaw had wanted to name the kit, Batkit, a clan name.

It was this memory that sparked rage in Nina's mind. Nightclaw had left, abandoned her, just to return to the clans whom he had hated so much. Nina shuddered in anger and grief, glaring down the empty and dark alley. "Never again," she hissed, her sadness to be replaced by fury at what her mate had done. "Never again will the clans influence my decisions!" Her voice had risen, and she then looked down once more at her daughter. "You shall be known as Bat," she murmured. "For I cannot have your name remind me of the past."

Bat mewled softly, and looked up at her mother with unopened eyes. She seemed to be agreeing with Nina on her scorning of the clans. "Yes, my little one," Nina said quietly. "You shall have nothing to do with the clans, you shall never know what pain they have caused me."

And then, Nina curled up in her basket, determined to fall asleep. However, no sleep would come for the basket felt empty without Nightclaw's body next to her, offering warmth and comfort.

Cold water splashed up on the banks of the river, leaving wet marks on the ground, and covering Grasswing with its icy spray. The small tom shivered, but continued to pad along the stream frowning slightly. He could smell it in the air, the scent of another cat, yet it was faint and every time he thought he was getting closer, the smell seemed farther off once more.

With a sigh of despair, he turned to head back to the Windclan camp, only to freeze in his steps. He was sure he could hear the faint sound of a kit mewing in distress. With a feeling of slight dread, he crept forward following the sound.

He let out a gasp of surprise as he finally found what he had been tracking. Lying at the edge of the river, half drowned and covered with icy water, was a tiny dark brown kit. Grasswing bounded forward and snatched up the kit in his jaws, shivering as he made contact with the tom, whose body was stone cold.

He quickly bounded back onto the moors, and raced into the camp, making sure to keep his entrance silent and stealthy. He glanced around, making sure that no cat was watching him. The guard, Firesong, had dozed off, and the rest of the clan was asleep. Grasswing padded into the nursery, smiling at the sight of his mate, Birdwhisker. She was awake, her troubled thoughts preventing her from getting any sleep.

She looked up, surprised by his arrival in the middle of the night. Her mouth opened in a silent yelp of shock as she saw what he held in his jaws. "Where did that kit come from," she gasped, as he gently placed the tom-kit next to the other small and sickly kit who lay curled up next to Birdwhisker.

"I found him nearly dead by the river," he said gruffly, knowing that no matter where the kit had come from, Birdwhisker would gladly take him in.

She nodded slowly and gazed down at the new kit. "W-ell," she mewed hesitantly. "No point in turning away a second bundle of joy."

Grasswing grinned at her words. "What will you call him?"

Birdwhisker stared at the tom, her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I'll name him Talonkit," she said. "For he shall be a fierce opponent in battle!" She then gently smoothed out Talonkit's rumpled dark brown fur, warming his shivering body. "Yes," she said, agreeing with herself. "He shall grow up to be the greatest warrior Windclan has ever seen."

Grasswing smiled, affectionately licked her forehead, and then bounded out of the nursery, leaving the mother and her new kit.

Eaglewing stared up at the roof of the warrior den, her thoughts muddled and confused. Everything was as if she was in a daze, Nightclaw's return had left her feeling so horrible that she didn't even know what she felt about anyone anymore.

With a sigh, she slowly got to her paws, making sure not to wake anyone. She padded out of the den and into the dark night. Sneaking out of the camp was easy for the guard, Graymoon, was too sleepy to even pay any attention to what was going on.

As soon as she was out of the camp, Eaglewing headed for Sunningrocks, the place where she knew she would find comfort. Once she reached it, she settled down on the warm rocks, gazing up at the ebony sky, the color of Nightclaw's pelt.

Hundreds and thousands of glittering stars adorned the blackness, and a glowing crescent moon shone down on Eaglewing's tortoiseshell fur. The moon and the stars brought comfort to her troubled mind, and she managed a smile.

She still wasn't quite sure what emotion she felt at Nightclaw's return. For the past many moons, she had longed to see her friend again, bury her head in his sleek and glossy black fur, and let her tears wet his pelt. However, now all of her hatred and anger that she had felt towards him before he had left had come flooding back. How ambitious and rude Nightclaw had been to her, how he had snapped at her and acted as if he was of higher rank, it all brought a foul taste into Eaglewing's mouth.

She knew that whatever she was feeling, surely Nightclaw was experiencing something similar. Hadn't it been his dream to become deputy? She remembered all of their playful fights they had had as apprentices over who would become deputy, and she knew that her accomplishment would only be Nightclaw's loss.

With a sigh of sadness, she looked out across silverpelt, knowing that somewhere, Mouseclaw, Blazestar, even her dead kit, were watching her, waiting for her to do the right thing. "But how do I know what is right," she murmured. "Starclan, help me! I don't know what to do." However, no Starclan cats answered, and she lay alone on the warm rocks on Sunningrocks, lost in thought until she drifted off into blissful yet grief filled sleep.

"Help!" Batwing's eyes tore open. Bright lights blinded her and she glanced around wildly, shocked to suddenly be thrown awake, out of her dream. As her vision focused, she saw that she lay in the warrior's den, just as she had before her dream.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Batwing's eyes widened as she heard Sunpelt's cry, and she glanced around frantically, fearing that Thunderclan was under attack once more.

Again, the queen's grief stricken cry filled the camp, her voice trembling as if any second, she might burst into tears. "My kit!" she wailed. "Cloverkit's gone!"

So I hope no one was disappointed with the ending. Poor Eaglewing and Nina, they both got their hearts broken.

If you want to find out what happens with Cloverkit and how Talonkit turned out you'll have to read the third book!

I will have it posted by the end of today, I promise you won't be disappointed, the prologue's killer.

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