Shiverthorn
Shiverthorn slept late this morning. She did just about any time she wasn't woken up by one of her fellow warriors, and with everyone worrying about Silverflower, nobody bothered to wake Shiverthorn from her dreams. The pale grey she-cat did open her eyes eventually, though. Stretching and padding out, the young warrior immidiately snapped out of her grogginess. All around her were cats meowing about Silverflower, and with the scents of lavender and death.. Shiverthorn bounded forward, coming at a stop at the queen's body.
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No.. What happened? Who would do such a thing?" Eyes widening in confusion and grief, the young warrior buried her muzzle in Silverflower's neck fur. "
I'm sorry I never thought to get to know you better. You've always been such a sweet cat to our Clan, and an amazing mother to Otterkit. You should have lived a long life..". Gently pulling away from her fallen Clanmate, Shiverthorn returned to the Warriors den, and curled up. Misery pricked in her pelt as the clumsy she-cat tried to fall asleep. Maybe the she could convince herself it had just been a nightmare. That she had never lost one of the most prized members of her beloved Clan.
[abstaining. I'm not finding any evidence, and Shiver's too busy trying to convince herself it didn't happen to point fingers. Or claws, in this case.]