Shiverthorn
The light gray she-cat had a wonderful dream, for once. Sadly, the moment she opened her eyes, thoughts of the dead cats hit her, and all happiness was gone. She padded out of the den, head low. Memories dragged her down, and poor Shiverthorn couldn't get the scent of death out of her nose. It was there, now. Of course it was. Ever since losing Foxfall, it was there, a memory she never wanted to keep.
But this time, it wasn't just a memory.
For in the middle of the camp was the limp body of Nightpaw.
A wail escaped her jaws, taking over the she-cat, filling her with pain and horror. "Not again!", she shrieked. "No more death!"
No matter how hard she tried, the pale gray cat couldn't force down her grief. It was all that was left of her now. Endless grief. Her screeches of pain rung around the camp, as she simply gave up on being happy. At this rate, everyone would be gone, whether to murder or exile. Nobody would be left..
((Sudden realisation that Lilypool's the sister of Shiverthorn. I have to go have a chat sometime..))