(Ok good... So she lives... *breaths sigh of relief* Forestpaw is such an endearing character

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Pricklestorm paced, being unable to stay still as her apprentice lay hurt and twisted beside Mistberry.
I failed her... I failed her... Pricklestorm found her mind repeating.
If I had been a better mentor, and not allowed myself to be so easily distracted, she wouldn't be lying here... I failed her...Mistberry tried to push her chaotic emotions aside. She couldn't let the apprentice die. Besides being a great cat, she knew Falconpaw couldn't survive if she was gone. Mistberry was doing it for her brother as well... She wouldn't let the apprentice die, she couldn't.... And her mother, Cricketleg was laying behind her, possibly dying... She tried to focus on what she was doing, but her body shook. She couldn't let the clan see her fear.
Flickersong watched the kits. They were so innocent, knowing nothing of the cruel world. She promised to protect them with her life.