revised

When I was a young cat, just a few moons after being made a warrior, I fell in love with a Riverclan cat, his name was Appledusk. He was very handsome. He treated me so wonderfully that I truly believed every purr that came from his smooth talking muzzle. I did not knows he was mated, her name was Reedshine, or that he had several other she-cats he visited in each and every clan.

Crookedstar looked up from the digging at Mapleshade, shock radiating from his pelt. This was not the same Appledusk he heard stories about!

After several moons, I discovered that I was going to have kits! I was so excited. We were going to bring peace to our clans, these kits would be so loved by both Thunderclan and Riverclan. He agreed. He suggested that as soon as they were old enough that I should bring them to Riverclan, but that wasn’t to be. During the last battle over Sunning Rocks, Oakstar’s son, Birchface was killed along with his apprentice, Flowerpaw. Oakstar and Thunderclan held Appledusk responsible. A tragic accident is what Appledusk told me. And at the time, I ACTUALLY BELIEVED THAT LYING FURBALL!, she yowled loudly enough to wake the whole forest.

“Anyway, I had just entered the nursery, Frecklewish, who I thought was my best friend, was still mourning the loss of her brother. She convinced herself that since her brother and I were friendly, these kits must be his. I was sore and tired, so why bother correcting her. Pretty soon she had the entire camp believing it. I didn’t say a word. I convinced myself that not telling anyone wasn’t really lying since I never said who the father was.” She sighed and continued, Ravenwing, the medicine cat, decided I was a traitor and went to Oakstar. I begged her to let me tell Oakstar and the clan once the kits were a bit older. She told me that my kits should never have been born. We were thrown out into the night. I begged to let my kits eat and rest first. It was cold and the river swollen, but no. We had to leave right then!”

You can ask Darkstar and Oakstar once you go to Starclan, but the curse was all mine. The mother of the two-leg kit I rescued, found me and asked the two leg cat goddess Bast to determine my fate. I saw the bright light of silverpelt when the two leg mother dug a grave for me. She said that my saving her kit showed I deserved to be judged well.

Starclan and the two leg cat goddess felt although my crimes should be punished in the Black Forest, I would hear the cries of any kit who needed a mother’s love. That is how when Rainflower had you renamed after your accident I heard your heart cry out, “Don’t you love me anymore mother”. They could determine for themselves, as you did, whether to stay or not once they realized that I was not a Starclan cat but rather a Dark Forest one. Crookedstar bowed his head, showing the others what he rarely spoke of, the accident that cost him his original name of Storm.