Fatal

Prolouge
A long-furred gray she-cat sat in her den, bright blue eyes clouded. Above her, the stars and moon shine brightly, the way they always have, but everything else has changed.

Another gray she-cat, strikingly similar to the first, padded into the den slowly, cautiously. The first gray cat looked up.

"Graybreeze? What do you want?" The second cat - Graybreeze - sat, eyes downcast.

"Lilypaw will be fine, Aquastar," Graybreeze whispered quietly, looking at the leader with huge blue eyes. Aquastar sagged.

"No, she won't. If she dies, I'll never forgive myself for lying to her."

"You didn't lie to her!" Graybreeze protested. "All you ever did is love her like a mother, as did I. Instead of denying you when you asked me to raise Lilypaw as my own, I realized how much you thought of her as a mistake, and I brought her in. But Lilypaw is not a mistake, and I think you've learned that. But Lilypaw only ever thought of you as a leader, not her mother. I am her mother, and she knows that. You never lied, just never rather told her the truth." Aquastar bristled, claws unsheathing.

"I never should have given her up to you! If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been miserable looking at her every day, knowing that I gave up my own daughter because I was afraid of raising her!" Graybreeze flinched away from her snarling sister and sighed, standing, ready to leave. She glanced over her shoulder at the miserable gray-furred leader.

"Lilypaw is going to be fine. I may believe she's my daughter, but she's got your blood, not mine. She's a fighter, just like her mother."

Graybreeze left, leaving Aquastar staring after her in surprise.