Screams. Cries. Growls. Sapkit shrunk into Maplemoon's soft fur, her newly opened eyes wide with terror. Her siblings were crying besides her, but she could barely notice they were there. Suddenly, there was a thud from outside, and a muffled scream, and her mother let out a cry of grief.

"No... Hawkstorm... please no..."

Sapkit looked up at her mother with fear. "Is... is Daddy ok?"

Tears streamed down Maplemoon's dappled brown cheeks, and she just shook her head. "Kits, get under me, and stay there. What ever you do, don't move, and don't speak."

Sapkit and her siblings obediantly slunk underneath her mothers soft belly, and huddled together.

Muffled talking. Cold, deep voices. Her mother. Defiant. But her voice quaked with fear.

But what came next would be forever ground into Sapkit's memory. 

The scream of pure agony. Her mother collapsing on them with pain. And the blood. Sapkit could feel the blood slowly oozing onto her and her siblings fur, taste it as it filled her mouth and eyes.

She heard Sproutkit let out a muffled scream, and dart out from under her mother. She and Firkit followed quickly. 

She never actually saw her mother's killer. Just a scarred leg and a long, grey tail dissapearing down the tunnel. Maplemoon had hidden them, and saved them.

Sproutkit was letting out spasmodic, raspy shrieks, and tears spilled down Firkit's cheeks. Sapkit's trembling legs walked up to her mother's mangled form, her mother's wide green eyes already filling with blood and clouding over.

The blood spilled out of her, and began to slowly ooze out of the cave they called the nursery, and Sapkit stumbled after it, and to the entrance, where Hawkstorm's still form lay, his mouth letting out a thin stream of blood as well. His throat had been brutally torn apart, and Sapkit couldn't tell what was what on him anymore.

She screamed.

She screamed and screamed and screamed, until blood began to come out of her own mouth, and her mouth was raw from screaming. Someone tried to feed her something, but she pushed them away. Somneone tried to give her some water, tried to wash her off, but she didn't let them. She didn't look at them.

All she could see was her parent's blood and glassy eyes, staring into hers.

She didn't stop crying for an entire day, and by then she was so dehydrated that she had no tears left to cry.

Some nights, when her siblings were asleep, she still cryed.