Chapter 3: Mourning.
Whitewing and Brightheart had carefully and gently dragged their bodies back to camp and stretched them out in the clearing. The elders had done their best to prevent the reek of death, but traces stayed in the air, almost ominously. Sandstorm currently had her nose pressed in Firestar's fur, then she murmured something softly and padded to Squirrelflight. Brambleclaw went over to Firestar, and murmured, " You were a great leader, but not right for ThunderClan." Then he moved to Squirrelflight, who was peacefully lying in the clearing, so unlike her. She had always radiated with energy, even when she slept. Brambleclaw had always relished that about her, and got strength from it in the morning. He knew he would never feel that again. "Good-bye Squirrelflight." He padded to Leafpool, and stared at her for a while. He knew he couldn't say anything to the expecting mother and medicine cat, so he just briefly pressed his nose into her cold fur, then padded off to his new life as a Clan leader. Sorry about how short this chapter is. Hope you enjoyed the story, this is the end of it.
