"Come on, come on! Breathe!" the medicine cat cried, her tongue rasping over the limp form of a tiny kit. Only a fox-length away, a ginger-and-white she-cat stared wide-eyed at the small, gray medicine cat out of her one good eye.
Finally, the medicine cat stopped with a small sigh, her eyes clouding with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Brightheart, I couldn't save him…" She looked remorsefully up at the queen.
"It's alright Cinderpelt," the badly-scarred queen said in a quiet voice, looking down at her paws. "Yellowkit is with StarClan now."
The two were silent a moment.
"How is Whitekit?" Cinderpelt asked after a moment, giving her sister a careful look.
"She seems fine," Brightheart said softly. "Cloudtail and I think she might open her eyes soon." There was another pause. "I should probably get back to her now. I left her with Sandstorm and her kits."
Cinderpelt nodded. "I'll go tell Firestar and Cloudtail. I'll look over Whitekit later when I come to check up on Spiderkit."
The queen touched her nose to her sister's shoulder and slipped from the den.
Cinderpelt sighed again and took Yellowkit's body off to be buried.