PART TWO
Thistledown sulked through the camp. Everycat in camp wore a smile. Dogface was happily chatting with Snaketail, and Rosepaw was chasing Graypaw through the camp. Everycat was just too happy. Thistledown grabbed a small mouse from the prey pile and went over to sit in the sunlight, but it didn't last for long. Within minutes it was down pouring, and everycat fled into their dens, except for her. She stayed there, and she slept. It was, to her, a sign from StarClan that they were grieving for her loss.
