Just a quick note: this will normally focus on a person in the fifth clan

Quick backstory: It has been 100 years since Star and Nightwing’s Final Battle. Idk what happened to Storm Herd, but this story doesn’t focus on them. It focuses on the Kihlari of the Fifth Clan, and the Astronmer’s apprentice, a girl named Edin. If there are any spoilers, then well, you have been warned. Idk if I will have this as my second fan fic, I may write more if I have more ideas for this. Enjoy!

Edin Moonphase was running towards the Ruk, to help her mother birth a particularly difficult foal. It was currently nighttime, and she had just finished her days’ work with the astronomer, making maps. Her black hair was swinging in her face, and she had to continuously swat it away. Her bare feet slapped the ground, pushing pebbles into them. She slowed down as she neared the Ruk, not wanting to spook the Kihlari.

“Oh, Edin, thank the stars you’re here. All of the staff are at their homes.” Said her mother, Kali Moonphase. “Sirie is having a very difficult birth. It seems like the foal may be a breach.” She said worriedly.

Just then, the mare, Sirie, groaned loudly. The beautiful silver bay mare looked miserable, her golden feathers tipped in red fluttered on the ground. Edin gasped. “What can I do?” She asked.

“Keep her calm, for now. I am going to try and see if I can turn the foal around.” Kali said. Edin nodded, and went to stroke the mare’s head. Sirie groaned again. It was clear she was in pain. Her beautifully dished nostrils were breathing heavily, and sweat soaked her coat. Kali put something on her arms to keep them from sticking, then reached inside the mare, and felt around for the foal.

Her expression got more worried. “The foal’s legs seem to be very long,” Kali said. “And they’re all tangled up.”

“Will she be okay, mom?” Edin asked.

“I’m not sure, yet, hon. But I want you to prepare yourself, in case Sirie, or the foal, or both, don’t survive, alright?”

Edin’s throat closed up. She nodded, hoping it wouldn’t come to that. Sirie was still so young, only 7, and this was her first foal. Sirie groaned again, feeling Kali inspecting the foal's position.

“Tshh… girl, it’ll be ok, you’ll be ok soon.” Edin soothed the frightened mare. Sirie nickered, gently.

“Got it!” Kali said. “Keep her calm, Edin, I’m going to try and turn the foal around, now.” She said.

Edin nodded, and continued stroking Sirie. Edin heard her mother grunt, and gasp. “I got the foal, Edin.” Kali said. “But Sirie won’t make it… She’s lost too much blood.”

She just kept petting Sirie, crying. Kali pet her on her neck, as they watched her go. Edin cried harder as the light faded from Sirie’s amber eyes.

Sirie nickered, and then left. “She’s gone,” Edin sobbed.

Kali hugged her daughter. “But we still have her foal,” She said. ”I know you want to grieve her, I also do, but it’s late, and we now have a motherless foal to care for.”

Edin nodded, and stood up. “Can we please take the foal somewhere else? I-I don’t want to see her… you know…”

Kali nodded. “Of course, honey.” She picked up the foal, which was covered in blood, and moved it to the stall next to them. She wiped off the blood with a towel, which also helps circulate the blood flow, and that’s when Edin saw it.

The foal. Sirie’s foal. It’s coat was…

Black.