Softfur? My mother?

She stumbled back in surprise.

"Who's Softfur?" She whispered. The world seemed to go dark and she could barely hear.

She heard the cat gasp. "You dont even know her? Did your mother get exiled?" She asked. Softheather seemed to notice how alike they were... A small frame, the same creamy fur Softheather had under her spots, big ears...

"No... she died after she gave birth. How do you even know Oakbreeze?" She said, beginning to understand.

Is this cat related to my mom? Or even worse... is she my mom?

Softheather heard a gasp. Then she heard a hiss. Suddenly, a gray cat jumped onto the small cat. It was Squirrelfang.

"Get away! Get away from her! You were never supposed to come back! You ruined her whole life!" Squirrelfang was hissing as he attacked the small she cat.

Softheather fell to the ground. She was more confused than ever. This was her mom. It had to be.

"Are you my mom?" She whispered, not caring if she was heard or not.

Suddenly, another cat was at her side. It was Batsun.

"Softheather, please come with me." He said, no trace of hate in his voice anymore. He then turned and walked towards the nursery. Softheather stood up and followed.

When they enetered, he turned around to look at her. Blackpetal and the kits and Palesky were nowhere in sight.

"Swanstars dead. She was killed by Thistlemoon. We are winning, most of the rouges have fled. The rouge you were just talking to... you should've never met her. She was never supposed to come back
" He started to shake his head.

Softheather still couldn't think straight.

Swanstars dead? I wasnt supposed to meet that cat?

"Who is she?" Softheather whispered.

"Shes your mother, Softheather. She didnt die after she gave birth. She was exiled after she gave birth. For killing the previous deputy and attempting to kill Swanstar."

Softheather got dizzy. She closed her eyes. She had so many questions, but nothing came out. Suddenly, she fell to the ground. She heard victory yowls by her clanmates as the rouges fled. She heard her clanmates whimpering at wounds they got. Then she passed out.

She opened her eyes. Birchkit was in front of her. She jumped when Softheather opened her eyes.

"Mama! Shes not dead!" She said with joy. Blackpetal dashed out of the nursery and yowled.

"Shes awake! Flowerleap, come quick!" Blackpetal returned with Flowerleap. Flowerleap met her gaze.

"How do you feel?" He asked. Softheather could feel a stinging in her side, and her back right leg hurt.

"My leg hurts... and my side sting. I'm also starving." Softheathers stomach growled loudly. Cypresskit came running in the den with comfrey root and goldenrod.

"Here, Flowerleap! I got what you wanted. I brought the right things, right?" Flowerleap smiled and nodded. He started applying the herbs to her wounds.

"Why is everyone all of a sudden so nice?"

Flowerleap ignored her though, as he continued putting herbs on her. "Stand up. See if you can walk."

Softfeather did as told. When she stood on her leg, she felt a sharp pain shoot through it. She gasped and fell back down. Flowerleap nodded. "That's what I thought would happen. Looks like you'll have to stay in the nursery. I'll have Birchkit and Nightkit make you a better nest."

Before Flowerleap could leave, she asked, "Wait, who is all... dead?" Flowerleap looked at the ground.

"Swanstar and Twistedflower died... but Paledusk and Hailwind are very badly injured." Then he walked out.