Last Dance (open, medicine cats needed)

Dreamleaf's eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a choked breath.
"No, no no no!" Dreamleaf hissed. Denial hit her like a Monster. She couldn't lose anyone. But... she had to accept that she wouldn't be able to do anything. Afterall, Starclan did what was best... Dreamleaf let out a shaky breath as she began to clean up the herbs and the bedding so the new kit could be safe. Without a mother, the kit would have troubles and would have to feed off of another she-cat. Dreamleaf narrowed her eyes as her thoughts whirled. There had been something wrong with Grasswhisker before the birth. Why was there so much blood? Dreamleaf shook her head slightly and lowered her head to touch Grasswhisker's fur.
"Please forgive me for not being able to save you. May Starclan welcome you into their home and I hope you are able to hunt in peace," Dreamleaf murmured.

Blazestrike had nuzzled his mate back, but then froze as she died. "No.. no no no no no no no Grasswhisker!! No! Not you to!! First Lightingpaw and now you!! Starclan why!! Why couldn't it have been me!!" The tom yowled.

Cinderkit hearing the commotion but having no idea what was going on the newborn kit mewled loudly.

Emberheart had backed away when Dreamleaf appeared, a small flame of hope arising in the pit of her belly. The older medicine cat knew what to do.

But even now, as pained screeches of agony arose from the camp, the russet warrior hung her head, slowly brushing past the gathering cats towards her young friend. There she lay, in a puddle of her own blood, a single kit mewling. Alone.

She had no more milk to provide—the last of it had been taken by Lichenpaw, and now her rib cage felt empty. She glanced up then pressed slightly against Blazestrike's side, her kithood friend, grieving with him. Emberheart knew he couldn't bear to lose another loved one alone. The she-cat blinked, turning her head toward Leopardpaw. The young tom's face made her heart split in two. They had been so close, and now Mottledwing and Grasswhisker were gone. Horror laced through her veins, and she stepped forward to press her nose into Grasswhisker's long pelt, raising her head and meeting the apprentice in the eyes as if to say, We will grieve with you. She dipped her head and walked back towards Blazestrike, staring at the ground blankly.

Leopardpaw's golden eyes flashed back and forth from the dead body of his mentor, to the other grieving cats, to the sky, and back to Grasswhisker. His heart pounded hard in his chest, and his breath was fast and shallow. Feeling light-headed, he stumbled back onto his haunches and stared blankly ahead of him. She's gone. She's gone. She's GONE! She's left, and she's never coming back!

A sudden movement among the mourning cats caught his attention, and he snapped out of his zone. It was Emberheart, moving forward to nuzzle Grasswhisker's fur. The ginger she-cat glanced back at him, with a look that needed no words. You are not alone in your grief

His head bobbed in a half-aware nod, and Leopardpaw moved forward on paws that felt as if they were made of solid stone. Collapsing next to the she-cat's body, he buried his face in her long fur to hide his choking sobs. Why did you have to go!? I need you.....I miss you!

Blazestrike snapped out of it to lick his daughter clean and then nesstled her closely in front paws, tail tucked around them to keep her warm. He stared down at the kit the entire time. Cinderkit..