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Bluefur stared in disgust at the lifeless body being dragged into camp. She knew she should feel some remorse-after all, this was her beloved late sister's mate and Whitestorm's father-but she could not help but despise the way he had lived and died; fighting. Fighting for pride. Fighting for power. Fighting, just because he could.
"Well…" Sunstar appeared beside her. "A skilled Warrior has fallen."
Bluefur mewed agreement. The queens had begun licking his fur of the huge amounts of blood sticking to it, and putting sweet smelling herbs around his body. Sunstar sighed, murmured something about informing Featherwhisker, and padded to the clearing to share tongues with Thistleclaw for the last time.
Whitestorm was easy to spot in the clearing. Near the Warriors den, his white pelt was dull in the late evening light. His head was down and his tail flat on the ground. Bluefur crept up to him, pressing her flank against his. "I'm sorry."
"He's with Snowfur now," Whitestorm replied, almost wistfully. It was a painful reminder of all he-and Bluefur- had lost. Without another word the young warrior slouched forward and buried his nose in his father's pelt, readying himself for a long night sitting vigil. Bluefur joined him, and together they made it to the morning, when the elders took him out for burial.
As the shared prey still warm from the forest, Whitestorm told her, "He was a better father than you think, you know. He used to-"He paused to clean his whiskers, anxious to speak. "He used to tell me stories about Snowfur, and tell me how proud he was... I know you never liked him."
The fur on Bluefur's neck rose. How did he know? "He was my fellow Clanmate. I-"
"He was my only connection to her." he finished off the last of his shrew and pushed it aside. He lay down, head on his paws. "And now that he's gone, I miss her even more." Bluefur gently licked his ear.
"I know she still loves you. And that she is very proud."
"I know. But I still remember those earliest days in the nursery... you were there. And you're my closest kin. Promise me... try and promise you won't leave me for a long time."
"I promise," Bluefur vowed. She placed her muzzle on his shoulder.
Suddenly he was Whitekit, and the Warriors den was the nursery, and she was near her kin-not just her nephew, but Moonflower and Snowfur, and even Thistleclaw-and they were a family.
It seems like half of my oneshots are these lame little ficlets. They look so much bigger in my notebook…
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