Thorntooth
The tom nodded, then went to sit by the camp entrance. A few moments later, his brother and sister joined him, along with Vinetail. They sat side by side, pelts brushing slightly, as they watched the cats of the camp go about their business.
Sandpelt
Sandpelt dipped her head, and padded over to Fallownose, asking him to hunt, and then over to Fallenbranch. "I'd like you to go on patrol with Harefoot and Mistpaw, please."
Harefoot
Harefoot glanced at his apprentice, eyes sad. "Whiteberry now hunts with StarClan," he said gently, quietly. "She ate a sick squirrel and... she died."
Fallownose
Fallownose was just about to leave camp when he heard something that made his blood turn to ice: "Fallownose! Jadepool! Berrypaw! Thrushkit isn't breathing!" Before he could even give the command to his feet, his paws had carried him to the nursery. He burst through the entrance, streaking over to his mate. "What's wrong with him? Why isn't he breathing? Jadepool! Berrypaw!" he yowled.
Thistlefoot
Thistlefoot stared blankly ahead, his eyes empty. When he felt something touch his cheek, the old tom jumped a little. "I'm sorry," murmured Brightsky, her eyes full of sadness and sympathy. "I am so very sorry for the loss of Whiteberry." A flash of something like dread flashed through his denmate's eyes and he knew she was wondering how she would feel if she outlived one of her kits. "It was her time," he said simply. His usual deep, gravely mew was hollow now, empty.




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