Bluefur stood, frozen in the grass, her claws digging deep into the dirty, yellow grass. She hadn't heard her yowl of horror as the Monster slammed into Snowfur, leaving her sister laying on the Thunderpath, limp as a wet leaf. Bluefur's eyes clouded as she grasped her sister's scruff.
"It's going to be ok, we need to get to camp though." Bluefur murmered. Her sister didn't move, a thin trickle of blood running out of her mouth.
"It's ok, I'll help you, you don't have to walk." Bluefur mewed softly as she dragged her away from the Thunderpath.
What am I going to do! She has a kit in the Nursery! What have I done?
Bluefur met a patrol on the way, they just looked at her forlornly as they took her sister's body from her. Bluefur's paws were numb as she padded beside them. She blocked out all other noise as they entered camp, focusing only on her sister's body.
"What have you done?" Thistleclaw pushed Bluefur into the brambles surrounding camp.
"She has a kit! Why was she near the Thunderpath! Why was she out of camp at all!" Thistleclaw got closer, his eyes full of anger and hatred for Bluefur.
"Your right, it was my fault." Bluefur's voice was hollow with grief
No need to rub it in, I know what I've done.
Bluefur didn't notice him leave until she heard her father speak.
"Adderfang told me." He mewed, his eyes cloused with sorrow for his daughter.
"I can't lose Moonflower as well as Snowfur! Why did they both have to die?" Bluefur choked.
"Only Starclan knows that, Bluefur." Stormtail shook his head.
"Then Starclan is stupid and cruel!"
"Yes," Stormtail mewed. "But life must go on, you have other clanmates to take care of."
Stormtail padded away, leaving Bluefur alone with her thoughts as she settled down for vigil.